Having attended my first PsorPhil BMW outing, I’ve come to realize a few things about my support group which I’d be happy to share. If only I can find the right words that is. (Thanks to The Play Ground Studios for the image).
It would be only so easy to romanticize everything that has to do with our organization and what it stands for. I need only to employ the use of flowery words like “courageous,” “selfless,” “untiring,” and “dedicated” to describe the organizers and the members, and no one would have any reason to disagree with me.
Continue reading ‘Scarred (An Open Letter to my PsorPhil Brothers & Sisters)’
I’m going to reveal something about myself that you may not realize.
Ready?
Wait for it….
Just a little more……
OK here it is: I’m a douche.
Hard to believe, but it’s true.
Reason being is I don’t enjoy people a lot. Most of the time, I just like to stay at home and not be around people. There are days when interacting with people or hearing human voices is at the very bottom of my “Things I’d sooner do than poke my eye with my high-heeled stiletto because I’ve decided to become gay” list. Ok that didn’t make sense, but suffice it to say that I am not a people person.
Of course there are exceptions like my wife, my family, and some scary people who don’t annoy me as much as most people do. But because these people are indeed exceptions, they are few and far between.
“But Pau,” some of you may ask. “You’ve always been nice to me. Does that mean I’m special?”
The answer, my good man, would be no. I was nice to you not because you are special. I was nice to you because I didn’t think much of you as a person to begin with. Also, burn!
Continue reading ‘Operation: Stop Being a Douche’
A few of you may remember me mentioning something about having psoriasis a few years back. In case you don’t, here’s a brief summary: I have psoriasis, but due to some misguided twist of fate, I find myself being in remission for the better part of the past three years.
To put things in perspective; in the world of psoriasis, a year of remission is a lifetime of awesome. Heck, a day of not having to deal with all the shit psoriasis brings is already heaven.
So yeah, three years of having relatively clear skin is a lot. And it could not have happened to a less deserving person than me. I’ll tell you why.
The minute my skin showed signs of clearing up, I began shying away from my support group and stopped being active despite being one of the first people to join. There were several reasons for this, all of them petty. Not the least of which was the simple fact that I didn’t want to be reminded of the torture that was psoriasis.
So three years passed with them not hearing a word from me. And the only reminder I have of ever having the disease is the pain in my right ankle that never goes away. During that time, their community grew, reached out to more people who needed help, and became a family.
Continue reading ‘Prodigal Son’
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