Zitty

I feel like I'm going through puberty again because I feel ugly and fat and zitty. Especially zitty. You'd think the ocean would have been good for my skin, instead I'm breaking out like a 13- year-old on a junk food binge. Pretty soon I'll be dealing with wrinkles on top of random zit breakouts. What the fuck?

On my way to the bank today to make a deposit, I was dreading the impending interaction with the bank teller who for some reason doesn't like me. You can tell when complete strangers don't quite care for you, it's very apparent in their eyes and mouth. I'm especially good at deconstructing dislike from people's faces because I practice the art myself on a regular basis, that is actively hating on complete strangers because I don't like a certain air about them. But it pisses me off when I get it back at me from someone else. Why doesn't the bank teller like me? Do I seem like a stuck-up bitch or something? I want to tell her, "hey, you've got the wrong idea about me. I'm really nice. I don't think I'm better than you or anything." But I don't have enough evidence that she hates me. I could just be paranoid, or maybe she was having a bad day on my last visit. Fortunately, I didn't feel any hate from her today. She probably felt sorry for me because I look like an akward teenager with bad skin and too tight clothes.