Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Pain is in between the forefinger and the thumb of the beholder.

There is no certain tyranny more obstructive to the spirit of man than an ill placed pimple.  I realize that sounds theatrical.  But consider nostril or taint, for examples of the extreme, as particularly painful placements of said flare-ups.  Earaches and dental woes are not to be disregarded and I've known men more virile and sturdy than most that have been leveled by lower back tenderness.  And fibromyalgia or other exotic conditions of the nerves or supporting systems do not sound very fun at all.  All kind of injury and insult to the human frame could be listed here as complaints that would theoretically best the errant zit on the hierarchy of hurt.  However, it is the anyday nuisance of an upsurge of an infected sebaceous gland, in the least opportune situation, that inspires my most tearful wincing and uncharacteristically unmanly quivering.  

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