The Pimp(le). [BEDA #8]

I have this obnoxious, huge-ass pimple on my lip. It's really quite icky and central and ON MY FACE.

I normally go through a series of views on such things.

Pessimistic: Oh my golly gosh, that thing is HUGE! What's it doing there? It's really quite ugly and disgusting. Ugh, I can't believe I'm stilling getting acne. What's with me? Why does my life suck 3000x more than anyone else's ever could? I don't want to go anywhere, I don't want anyone to see me. I'm gonna stay at home in my cave-resembling room and hide there for a few days until it disappears. I want to die. Life sucks.

Optimistic: Well, it's not that bad. I mean, it's only one pimple. Life goes on. I don't have a perfect face which it is contaminating. Why am I being so shallow anyway? People don't care that I have a pimple on my face, everyone's probably experienced it before. Anyway, it's not like you have a girlfriend or anything who would care about it.

Realistic: You couldn't get a girlfriend if you tried, pimple or not.

Pessimistic: Life sucks.