Wax On, Wax Off

Why is it that we go to great lengths to inflict pain on ourselves for the silliest reasons? Yesterday was one of those days where I asked myself that very question.

Back in the good old days, when I was the high powered business woman with way more free time and disposable income, I had an aesthetician on speed dial. She was awesome! The woman had the ability to make you feel at ease in the most uncomfortable of situations and she could work some magic with hot wax.

And speaking of hot wax, who in their bloody right mind thought to themselves, "Hey, this is a million dollar idea. Let's pour hot wax on the parts of our bodies that we're not thrilled with and then rip the wax (and whatever else comes along for the ride) off with strips of fabric. Brilliant!"

So, yesterday, I went to visit that old friend. She remembered me, despite the fact that it's been almost 4 years since we've seen each other. I was immediately transported to that "safe zone" again by her incessant fast talking and witty banter. And then, I let her talk me into something I thought I would never do. After it was over, I think she felt so sorry for me, that she gave me a free eyebrow wax. Thank god at least something good did come out of that experience.

Now I know what Johnny Cash was lamenting about. I really could have gone without that little nugget of knowledge.