Kidding About The Mini-Demon. I Think.
Posted by Moose on January 17th, 2010. Filed under: Adventures.There’s no way to make this sound normal, so I’ll just say it. For the past month or so, I haven’t really recognized myself in the mirror. Not like some existential “who am I in the dark folds of my impatient, angry mind” crisis, but literally. My hair hadn’t changed, my weight didn’t fluctuate beyond the normal peppermint bark Christmas expansion, my skin didn’t turn blue and sparkly or anything. Well, it may have been my skin, come to think of it. My complexion has been doing some heinous adolescent melodrama routine, curse it. But still, it wasn’t really something external I could point to, I just didn’t look like…me. I’d see pictures and think “Really? No…really? Well, goodness. That’s unfortunate.”
But on Friday, when I looked in the mirror, I recognized myself again. There I was. Unbrushed teeth and all.
Official Assessment: Damn, that’s weird. To look at myself and not recognize my own face. I can’t explain it. Maybe some mini-demon needed exorcising or my disembodied spirit was off floating around in another dimension, somewhere with white sand and rum-based cocktails. Or maybe my skin just really, really needed some help.
Has this ever happened to you? Because it’s a little freaky and made me feel like I was in some B-horror film about ready to be sacrificed to a bunch of black sheet-clad actors whose careers never quite took off.
Anyway, it’s nice to be back. And if your face ever busts out in a chorus line of pubescent agony, buy yourself some apple cider vinegar. It’s pure miracle distilled to its eye-watering essence. A Twitter friend (Twiend?) suggested drinking a spoonful a day and I swear it worked. Nothing else about my routine changed, but my skin cleared right up in about 2 weeks. Maybe apple cider vinegar also exorcises mini-demons.
January 18th, 2010 at 12:54 am
I have had this experience so many, many times. Both in the “my skin is erupting” way, and also in the “wow, who the heck am I right now” way. Welcome back!
January 18th, 2010 at 1:50 am
Oh, this happens to me regularly. Usually for short periods. It’s strange, though, isn’t it?
January 18th, 2010 at 6:39 am
Yes, I’ve had this happen. It’s strange, but it passes!
January 18th, 2010 at 11:45 am
My face erupted right before Christmas. I chalked it up to anxiety and the fact that I was eating really poorly, and since I’ve forced myself into a better eating regimen (coffee and a smoothie before I leave the house, bring oatmeal for elevenses and homemade vegetable-heavy soup for lunch — I make a big pot of each on Sundays — take my damn vitamins), it’s practically the best it’s ever been. And actually, I had the same sort of not-recognizing-myself experience at the same time. I didn’t put words to it, but in retrospect, it totally did freak me out, in a very under-the-surface way. Really unnerving.
January 18th, 2010 at 12:00 pm
Weird. But it’s happened to me as well.
Also. “Twiend” may be my new favorite word.
January 18th, 2010 at 12:21 pm
It’s most bizarre – I then spend the next hour contorting my face in all kinds of ways to make it look like myself. Only when my eyebrows are touching my hairline, my mouth is stretched to its maximum, and my ears are sticking out do I look remotely like I remember myself to look…
January 18th, 2010 at 12:28 pm
This happens to me sometimes when I’m taking photos of myself, or when I see photos of myself. I’m all, “Wait, does my nose really look like that? Hmm…”
January 18th, 2010 at 6:57 pm
I am glad you had luck with apple cider vinegar. I used it for a skin problem but it never worked. Try mixing it with molasses – I think that’s supposed to be even more potent. Maybe you will wake up and look in the mirror and see Heidi Klum.
January 18th, 2010 at 10:00 pm
Mountain Momma: If the molasses can turn me into Heidi Klum, I am buying some immediately. And I’ll give you a percentage of the earnings from my newfound modeling career.
January 19th, 2010 at 6:04 pm
I’m trying this. And, of course I have 12 kinds of vinegar, none of which are apple cider. Boo.