I noticed you a few days ago. You landed on my face, under my left eye, and haven’t left. I have to say, I’m uncomfortable with you staying so long. I’d rather not see you at all, but definitely not for more than two days. You’re probably thinking, “What’s the big deal? I’m tiny and basically unnoticeable.” Well, I know your game. You’ll make yourself at home and get louder every day. You’ll get bigger and bolder.
At your worst, you’ll be noticed by everyone I meet and you’ll be itchy, oozy, red and swollen. And then you’ll bring your friends and they’ll cozy up on my face as well. Eventually, you will all take over my face, inhabiting it for months or even longer.
I don’t want you on my face and want you to leave. You can go to any other spot on my body. How about my left arm next to my super red, itchy and bumpy tricep? Or maybe my lower back where you stayed for a few years and left a permanent reminder through darker skin pigmentation. Seriously, you can go anywhere but my face.
I hope you respect my wishes and leave before it’s too late. I’m not ready. I’ll never be ready.