You’d think that having a disability and all the pain I’ve
endured as a result, including two major operations on my spine, was bad
enough. On top of that, my beloved Arsenal has stabbed me in the heart a fair
few times over recent years. Life is full of painful moments and most humans
want to avoid uncomfortable situations. However, that is not the case for me
evidently. My body obviously doesn’t enjoy comfort so this morning, I decided
(with free will) to have a wax. In an area which still stings as I write this.
What is wrong with me? Surely, no one in his or her right mind would volunteer
to get hurt.
I mean, I’ve had waxes down below before (people who have
been reading thing blog since I began writing last summer will be all too
aware) so I knew what I was letting myself in for. Or did I? I woke up this
morning with butterflies because I knew it hurt but forgot exactly how much
pain was involved. All I can say is if there was a camera on me, the faces I
was pulling would’ve probably been priceless. The amount of sweat I produced
also suggested that the procedure was a bit of a shock to the system.
Next time (yes, I’d go through the extreme discomfort again
so I hope women appreciate it), I need to remember how fresh it makes me feel and that it is less uncomfortable now . I am proud that I didn’t
chicken out or shed a tear being the true metrosexual I am. Many of my female
readers will point out they go through pain all the time, either with a bikini
wax or childbirth but I am a mere man. What else did you expect than moaning?
Bye for now!
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