I recently invested in a skin care routine that is supposed to make me look youthful, hydrated, well-rested, even-toned, and clear.
In actuality, though, it simply makes me feel soggy and greasy. This shit does not work! Admittedly, I also do not work, and I still deserve basic respect. Maybe I should extend the same grace to these useless skin products.
My 9-step routine promised visible results, but instead I’m burdened by an invisible prison: I don’t want to stop using the stupid skin care, in case it suddenly starts working, but I also resent each passing day when it does jack shit for me. Also, the cycle continues because I am out a few hundred bucks, and feel really desperate to get my money’s worth. In total, a few hundo is probably nothing near the burden my parents must feel in putting me up in my childhood bedroom rent free. It’s really all about perspective.
After going through all the motions of this complicated skin regimen for a month straight now, I don’t notice a single change in the health of my skin. I’m forced to conclude that this skin care system is a money pit. Granted, I also play the lottery twice a day because I have tons of free time on my hands (remember, no job), so perhaps I shouldn’t cast the first stone.
Clearly, I’m not made of money, so it was a big pain to discover that this elaborate skin care system, despite the bold claims on its sleek minimalist packaging, is 100% ineffective. I mean, I wear the stuff all day, but it doesn’t do anything. What is it doing for all those hours? Just sitting there and taking up space? To be fair, the same might be said of me, when I sit on the couch just chilling between the hours of 10am and 10pm. Huh. I think I’m starting to connect the dots here.
Now that I think about it, this skin care routine is actually sort of charming. It doesn’t feel pressure to bend to the strict expectations of society. Life isn’t about being productive. It’s about being happy. Hell yeah. Who am I to force my skin care to clock in, clock out, struggle to impress the boss (me), and prove the worth of its own existence? What sort of a life is that?
If my nine, uber-expensive skin products are content to just chill, bearing no substantial effect on anyone’s epidermis, this is a judgment-free zone. More power to them. (And to me, right?!?!?)
