Well, it's official. I've been told that I am "middle aged". When the crap did that happen? It feels like yesterday that I was graduating high school and moving on to the next stage of life. And now I am middle aged?
I went to the dermatologist today because I have these things on my face. Bumps really, but I am a picker so they annoy me. Now I need to control my picking and accept that they are now a part of my appealing beauty. You know what they are? Barnacles....yeah, you know like the ones whales get, but different. Barnacles?! When did I turn into a whale and not realize it? How does this happen?
The dermatologist tells me that is common for people who are middle aged to get these and it's no big deal. And then he adds "You aren't that old", which I'm not and proceeds to tell me that he does see it in some young people...who are in their 20's. Hey, I'm still in my 20's! I guess I shouldn't shoot the messenger. I think I need to go have a good long talk with Father Time and Mother Nature. Who's with me?