what the patch looked like, photo from online…
and note, this, is N-O-T a “Commercial”…
From the mindset of “the world is MY stage”, to I’m only one of the crowds, how the mindset changes from the teens to our adulthood years, translated…
Recalling back in high school, there was an item that was magical, what people called, “invisible pimple sticker”, it’s a skin-colored small round sticker, that students used to fight off their breakouts, and, any sort of hard-to-conquer pimple, bowed down in its presence. And, on all the adolescent males’ and females’ faces there would be two, to three patches at a time, and if you don’t have these, you’d be taken too fast, by how quickly the youth train flashes by your side, and so, back then as we walked across the campus, looking over the crowd, we can see so many circles.
Even though this item is completely magical, but, there’s a whole lot of criticisms over it, especially for those who’d enjoyed crushing and popping out the pimples. This specific group usually had mirrors inside their desk drawers, and as they got bored in their studies, they’d, grabbed the mirrors, and, started working their faces with a tweezer. And, how were those invisible patches able to satisfy the need to pop the pimples?
and here’s that teen, breaking out…ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Photo from online…
And, it had many side effects too. As we’d pulled off these patches, there would be the residues that these patches left behind, our skin colors became uneven, and there would be the sticky residues on our cheeks and chin, like how the weeds would grow all over the yards. But, the younger generations are very active, and as the invisible patches were applied, we’d, sweated like crazy, and sometimes, several patches would fall off all at once—what’s fallen onto the floors, aren’t the petals described by poets, but, my panicky heart.
As I’d become an adult, I’d met up with those stubborn pimples, but I’d usually just, overlooked them. Sometimes, I’d gotten too busy, it’d needed to take me days to finally realize, “hey, youth had, come visited my face again”. When, had those pimples become, too unimportant for me to notice?
Perhaps, at age sixteen, in that atmosphere of not knowing where I’d belonged, we’d needed to desperately, hold onto something, and that something became the moment we’d gone head-to-head with our pimples, and the invisible pimple patches were, keeping that sense of our selves that needed the affirmations under wraps.
And so, there’s this change in us, how we’d become, too bugged by those pimples on our faces, because back as teens, the world IS our stage, we felt that spotlight, zooming in on us, and our hormones were running haywire, but now, as we’d become adults, we have bigger things to worry about, like work, romance, etc., etc., etc., and that small pimple that used to bug us like crazy, became miniscule…
Life, the Obstacle Course 