I popped a zit the other day, but you know for a guy at my age, I should be well past all that stuff now.  But it brought me back to thinking on how this used to almost be part of my daily routine, checking out my face for tiny pimples or the not so tiny ones.

There was such a sense of satisfaction when you popped that tiny pimple in the most awkward of places.  You know like that little crevice between your nose and your upper lip.  The tiniest little pimple head would appear, and there lay the challenge. 

How many of you have been there, in front of the mirror, trying to pull your face into all sorts of funny expressions, and tilting your head one way or the other, as if that was going to make a difference.  the easy way was to let this thing grow, let it mature into a large pimple, and hey, popping that baby would be simple.  But you prefer the challenge, and like me, didn’t stop til the job was done.

It’s odd the things that make you feel young.  Zit popping did it for me.