misconstrued teen assumptions revisited

"if i knew what i do now, when i was your age, i'd..."*

blahblahblah

you'd what, buddy?

save the world,

have a million bucks?

never do that dumb thing?

 walking to school, uphill, both ways, four miles, in the snow 

i always hated when people said that* to me, or even around me.

i thought it was a pompous ageist blanket-statement.

but today, this is what i am contending with:

feeling very pretty

no, that is not a tear of sadness.

nor it is a pearl... 

of wisdom.

au contraire, 

it is but a blob of {colgate brand} toothpaste;

in the ever-so-refreshing flavor of "extra-whitening." 

in other words, 

i am rocking the "i cannot believe it's a pimple" pimple.

wtf?

i'm no spring chickie, people. 

 chirp chirp cluck 

initially, i thought while i was going through my cage-match with puberty, that i had won.

 wrong. 

in reality, it went like this:

 violet - 0, puberty - 1 

so, i was laughing at how minty fresh i was feeling, 

en visage, 

and also checking my emails.

i mention this colgate-inspired issue in a quick reply, 

and my friend emails the following to me:

  "All 16 year olds have pimples, Ms. Ringwald!"  

which makes me laugh, 

in part, because it is a sweet inside family-ish joke we share, 

and also because it's a generous and darling compliment.

which, naturally, 

i simply cannot get enough of.

duh.

fast forward to right now:

when i ask j. how long i needed to leave this glop on my cheek, 

he says

  "at least 2 hours."  

 "sweet baby jesus, reeeally?" 

i sincerely hope that the extra-whitening-ness 

does not

leave an extra white spot on my 

extra tanned 

face.

 verdict: 

 violet - 0, puberty - 2