"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