new dog, old tricks.

did you know that toothpaste can dry out acne? it's one of the oldest remedies in the book. so after sinking way too much money into dermatalogist after dermatologist--after taking on so many antibiotics i thought i would be immune to bacteria itself--after countless gels and creams and sample sized bags, trying to cure the physical reminder of my teenage years that muscled it's stubborn way into adulthood--the best i got is colgate.

and it worked. the oldest trick in the book worked, which makes me wonder what my grandparents have hiding up their sleeves.

sometimes the oldest tricks in the book do work, which is probably how they were published in 'the oldest tricks: volume one' anyway. average life problems are inevitable, to what degree you are hurt varies. nobody escapes unscathed, so we must derive remedies to these issues.

therapy. tears. booze. chocolate. the gym. the traditional remedies to the most common problems, and many of the rare ones too. healing is a tricky process because we can often do more damage in our alleged repair. there is a fine and blurry line between treating the problem head on and simply addressing the symptoms that appear. is the midst of pain, this line can appear indecipherable. but even when the line is crafted in the clearest of crystals, we don't want to yank out the problem by it's root. we would rather wipe down the dirty surface and clean up what is easy. sometimes, this is a permanent mindset. other times, it is the first step in a long climb up our myriad of issues to dealing with 'the real thing.'

as i transition into this so called 'next-phase-of-my-life,' i've been finding myself in a bit of an emotional hurricane, with winds of my future swirling and stepping stones of my past raining down on me. i am caught in the eye of the storm, with neither the preceding rain or wind metaphor applicable to my every day routine. the hope of course is that this is temporary, and that the winds of my future with settle to calm breezes of an employed present, and my past washing away into puddles of previous success. but until then, i am in flux, in transition, and my head is driving forward in chaos mode. the only way to treat the problem is patience, job interviews, and taking care of myself. which i just decided to really start doing today. until then, i can only treat the symptoms. last night i did so by drowning in copious amounts of chips, cucumbers, and brownies on top of making less educated but more correct guesses than good friends about WWE summer slam.

and that works until the interview that is supposed to pan out eventually does.

-k.