Showering.

“Bab’, I think you have Demodex in your eye lashes!”
“OK.”
He laughs! He laughs? Really? It’s making me sick! When I knew about the mites living on our faces, I immediately relayed the information to F, but he only answered me with four “sad” smileys. Ohhh the fear of the non-perceptible. The fear of the “force” as I call it, even though I know it can be powerful, and it can suck me up like a dead fish. Shit! I was already afraid of the night, the deep water (type ocean),… and now the “face mites”! These things living peacefully in your pores and eating your grease and mating on your face! I HAVE TO ERADICATE THEM! Seriously where the fuck do they think they are? To an all-you-can-eat buffet in Las Vegas. My sebum WILL NOT be their crab claws! Oh my face! OH MY FACE!! OH MY GOD, DEAR GOD! Sh-Sh-Shit. SHIT. GET OFF ME! I wish I could remove my skin just like in Happy Tree Friend, Wishy washy or even better remove my entire face like in Safe Conduct by Ed Atkins but I can’t! The only thing I can do is a deep cleaning + an exfoliator!

Let’s start the protocol:
– Face (unperfected) washed… 1 minute… check. (I like it when dirt gets off your face!)

– Hair cut. No loss.
– Body waxed… check.
– Hair dyed… no loss.
– Ear pierced. Yes! Blame the people that ripped me off.
– Vending machine, pick up food. (Yes, I don’t go to the store anymore.)
– Vending machine, pump water. (Yes, I don’t go to the store anymore.)
– Pick up an extension cord.
– E-mail address.
– E-mail address again.
– Same E-mail address.
– Pay 50 CHF to D.
– Get scan photo of my broken hand.
– Pay another 200 CHF to D.
– Handwritten letter, stop writing.

You procrastinate! Again! You move away from the main goal.