I've been dealing with some really bad pain today. But I made it through the day without crying at the case company or on my way home. I did cry when I got home though. I can't be strong and keep up the facade all the time. I think that's okay though. I am in pain.
Today I've been thinking about the people who get elective cosmetic surgeries. I understand the people who have felt wrong for years due to a large or crooked nose or boobs that don't look like boobs usually do. To them, plastic surgery can be life-changing and just as necessary as an emergency appendicectomy.
But the people who get their 3rd BBL or just want another 400cc added to their breast implants... To me, it seems like they're playing with fire. One thing is the risk of death (and there's always a risk of death with general anesthesia) another is the risk of a failed surgery and the consequences of that. It could mean living the rest of their life in constant pain just because they were chasing an idea that does not exist.
I'm not afraid to get old because I'll look less attractive. I'm afraid of the accumulation of pains that will make life harder to deal with. Life is hard enough as it is, no one needs added pain.
Broken mirrors and bad luck
"Be careful," the store owner said with compassion in her voice as he turned around and the mirror fell to the floor in slow motion and broke into 16 large pieces. "Oh no, that's 7 years of bad luck," she looked at him with genuine worry in her eyes. "I'm so sorry," he stammered. "I'll clean it up and I'll pay for it of course," he said with shame and embarrassment enough for two. "It's best to leave it, I'll clean it up myself. You don't have to pay for it either, accidents happen," she said as if it really wasn't a big deal, like these things happened daily.
"No no, let me do it, it's all my fault," he said as he crouched down to collect the pieces. He slowly moved one piece after another to a small pile. The 5th piece he picked up was sticky and something black seemed to drip from the piece of broken glass.
"Tsk tsk," she sighed. "I told you to leave it, I don't have time to deal with something like this today," she said in a friendly tone but with an edge of seriousness as sharp as the broken mirror.
"What's happening?" the young man said panicked as a feeling of winter rain seemed to enter his veins from the hand that held the sticky piece of broken mirror. The store around him began to blur and spin. "Don't worry, I'll come for you. It might take a while for me to find you though. It'll be easier to track you when the 7 years of bad luck have passed. Be careful!" he heard her voice echo as everything turned dark.