Scabs and pimples.

And any other GROWTHS you want to add along the way. How do you dispose of them? Do you leave them alone until they do their thing?

With pimples, I'm pretty good with leaving them alone when they occasionally pop up and it seems other people take a greater interest in removing them for me. Weirdos.

Scabs, however, I cannot resist. After my volcano journey my worst injury is a vicious scratch on my left wrist. The scab barely starts before I'm peeling the fucker away. I've tried, usually with failure, at descabbing girlfriends in the past. I can't resist them. Sometimes, with extreme force of will, I let them grow three or four days unbothered so they're EXTRA good and then I peel them off. Sometimes this backfires though, because I'll occasionally forget and by the time I get to them they're too healed to touch.

Someone else has to be weird too.

Jam it back in, in the dark.

Reading your post, I grabbed hold of my skin just in case some passerby was going to start picking at it.

But yeah love picking scabs. I like when you've peeled a third of it off or so and you can fold and snap it.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

Shit, you just reminded me of something somewhat related.

BLISTERS: You guys leave these alone or what? After that volcano trip I had a huge one on my big toe and peeled the loose skin off. It was pitch dark in my room so instead of throwing it away (trashcan too far) I put it on the table next to my bed with plans to throw it away the next day... But when I saw it the next day it was hard as hell and fun to play with.

Jesus I need to get a job.

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

I usually leave these things alone unless they are PAINFUL, and then I pop/pick at/remove them.

I figure if it doesn't hurt, just let it be. Probably some kind of healing or whatever going on. WHO KNOWS. ACTUALLY I LIED I ASK THE ALCHEMIST WHAT HE THINKS, AND IF HE DOESNT KNOW, THE PRIEST.

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

Oh Jesus Christ, this is disgusting.

I pick at pimples, scabs, dry skin, or any sort of skin anomalie. Sometimes I pick at the skin around my fingernails if I don't have anything else to pick at.

Fuck, that's so gross. What's wrong with you?

I was speaking idiomatically.

Uh, after getting a nasty infection that dumped mass amounts of puss and dead flesh out of my body when I decided to forcefully pop and remove a blister I've never poked or prodded at anything growing on my flesh again.

In hindsight I really should of looked up what a blister actually was. I thought it was some disgusting bacteria pit. In reality it's just a sterile bubble of water meant to protect the flesh underneath. Maybe then I wouldn't of exposed it to the outside air to get infected and nasty... Oh well!

Pimples are left alone. Scabs .. well they heal too quickly for me to even go at them. I use to pick at the dead flesh that swelled around my in-grown toenail before it was removed. That was pretty nasty. Green, yellow, and red puss and dead flesh. Mmm. But hey, I was 10. What else can you expect from a little retarded boy?

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

I usually pick my scabs and whatever, like I got OCD. Anyways, one time I left a scab on my elbow for a while, so it could heal. Except it started to bulge so I picked it and puss started to come out

FELIPE NO

I don't pick at scabs. A few times when I was younger, I did, then they started bleeding on me, and I don't like having to deal with blood. So I avoid touching those.

Any pimples or anything on my face, I'll poke at it and scratch it. There's something oddly satisfying about getting a pimple just above my hairline (which is certainly not a common thing, getting pimples under my hair. This is quite rare). But when it's there, I can poke it and pick at it all I want, because no one's gonna see an ugly pimple scar underneath my hair. The pimples that hurt when you even touch them suck, though, and I will avoid doing anything to those.

I used to bite my fingernails and bite off any loose skin around them (like hangnails), but now I just keep some nail clippers right next to my computer at all times. It's a much tidier way of satisfying my desires to groom my finger tips.

Most amazing jew boots

I was in middle school when the dermatologist decided to put me on acutane. If you don't know what that shit is, its basically one of the most fucking potent drugs a doctor can put you on. You know "Don't handle if you're pregnant / female / alive" kinda shit. Its supposedly the stuff that makes people manic depressive and made the kid from SeaQuest pull a Ray Combs and hang himself in a closet.

Anyway, I'm on this stuff for about 4 weeks and it dries me the fuck out. Like, I start getting dandruff and cracked knuckles and shit. And one day I'm in science class and my teacher tells me to go to the nurse's office immedeately. I don't know what the fuck this cracker bitch is on, but what the shit - any chance to leave that class.

I get there, the nurse is like HOLY SHIT, TAKE YOUR SWEATER OFF.

I take it off. Apparently, the wool shirt was so fuckin corse on my dry skin that it rubbed whatever acne I had on my back clean off and I was bleeding like I had fuckin Marburg. She had to take paper towels and just mop me up before sending me home. I mean, there was blood like a horror movie - and I didnt feel a fucking thing because the friction of the sweater kinda made my back numb or something.

So yeah, acne blood all over. I have goddamned Rambo scars all over my back from that fucking sweater. Fuck wool sweaters. Fucking sheep. Fuck you, sheep wool.

How ya doing, buddy?

I leave scabs alone. Someone asks me for a dollar I'm like "FUCK OFF SCAB". Pimples, I tend to let them do their own thing. Unless I know they're going to go with ease. No point in trying to crush one if it's gonna laugh and continue sitting there. But oh man BLISTERS. ;_;

Christmas day 2003, I fell asleep in the pool. Well, not in it as in under the water, because that'd probably be no good, but on a floaty tube thing. It was one of the hottest days that year and combined with my far too cool for sunscreen attitude, I was burnt to a crisp.

The next day, blisters appeared. Blisters everywhere! So I started picking at them and bursting them to make for an action packed Boxing Day. Later I would discover this was a shit idea, as they came back KING KONG sized and filled with furious yellow goo. And they spread even further! So for about a week I was moving around like a robot, because any movements more extreme than that would result in explosions of unsexy goo and invisible knives stabbing into me. Pretty fun time! Especially trying to sleep, OH I'LL JUST GET INTO BE-AUUUUUUGH.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

Skin problems are a boon. I pick at those things until they get tired of being constantly harassed. Seriously. There is nothing I enjoy more than exploding a pimple through overpressure and causing it to cover my bathroom mirror with puss. I imagine the whole scene in the pimple to be something like this:

"We're under attack!"
"What?"
"Someone's pressing on us. Hard."
"Begin plan "cause horrible pain as soon as something touches us"!"
"It's failling! Pressure keeps increasing! Our host doesn't seem to care, he's willing to do anything to get rid of us!"
"Engage emergency procedure, make popping noise so the host thinks we're destroying his cells or some shit!"
"It's not working! Rupture of outside barrier imminent!"
"Oh god, it's the end!"
PLORSTSCH! (That's supposed to be a pimple exploding and spewing puss everywhere)

Oh yeah, I love that. Don't get me started about that thing on my neck.

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

Why are you making such tame threads in the sewers OO? =p

My mom used to pop my pimples all the time back in the day. Now they aren't really a problem anymore.

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

Pimples... if they hurt I don't touch them. But I have some that don't hurt so I pop them. Blisters- I don't get them often. Mostly on my feet from bad shoes. I actually have scars on my feet from shoes. In my junior year I had to wear business attire for a field trip and after being in those dress shoes for 30 minutes, they had put holes in my hose and bloody blisters on my feet. It was really bad.

On the senior trip, I got sunburned really bad on my shoulders. My friend liked peeling the skin off my shoulders... she found it amusing. I found it creepy. "Why the hell are you peeling my skin!?"

I was speaking idiomatically.

Originally Posted by Miles

Why are you making such tame threads in the sewers OO? =p

Well, someone is bound to start talking about his/her genital herpes or something like that, so the reason this thread was initially into the sewers was probably because of this.

I mean, once the pictures start coming in, this won't be general discussion material.

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

What a fun subject.

I always pick at pimples. Especially if they're bothersome. Relieving the pressure helps a lot for me, although it's a bit painful and gross.

I usually leave scabs alone, because I actually want them to heal. But sometimes it's too hard to resist playing with them, especially after a couple days .... but why?

Blissters, on the other hand, I leave as well alone as I can, because I'm terrified of getting an infection in one. If I do happen to puncture one, I peel away most of the skin (ick) and apply ointment and bandage it for a few days. Last thing I need is a little pocket to trap dirt and disease.

I also pick away at the excess skin around my fingernails. There seems to be an endless supply of it.

FELIPE NO

Um....ew!
Creams and thats it!!lol

What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?

Oh god I have had a problem with pimples and scabs since I was 14.

Now that I am on the pill my pimples have calmed down, when I get a pimple I always try to pop them and then always pick them when they become scabs. A bad habit I know but I keep doing it.

To deal with them I am actually using Mary Kay cosmetics and believe it or not, it actually works, my pimples dry up very fast and they are very small.

For scabs and scars I just dab some concealer and foundation on it to hide them. it looks so natural you would not think that I have them.

How ya doing, buddy?

I used to be quite bad with picking scabs. Still find it somewhat difficult to resist. I'm not so bad these days though thankfully.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

I don't know about anyone else, but I love to pick fly-bites!

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

After 6 years since my first pimple/facial blemish, I have finally figured out the secret. Leave them the fuck alone and nature will take care of it. I stopped breaking out significantly simply by not using soap and all these products that supposedly clear up your face. I just wash my face with water and it maintains the natural oils and it keeps the pH in balance. Therefore, if all else fails, just flat out stop giving attention to it. It's one of those things that go away when you don't worry about it.

Also, I am guilty of scratching myself raw on a juicy mosquito bite. I just feels damn good. Of course there is hell to pay for such pleasure .

I am a dolphin, do you want me on your body?

I pop (not scratch at) Pimples to clear them out so they can heal. I avoid scratching scabs at all cost, but somehow the temptation is always too much so it takes like forever for one to heal on me. Blisters....I'm terrified of infection, period, so I break out the moleskin and leave them alone.

I was speaking idiomatically.

I tend to pick every scab I ever get; I'm terrible for it, as well as what I do to fly bites. I basically get scissors or a small knife and cut it out of my flesh. Only if it gets really irritating though.

What kind of toxic man-thing is happening now?

When i get blisters that have that weird juice in them, i push it to one side, so it turns in to a big bulge, ready to burst, then i just pick it until it bursts. It feels good, and looks pretty cool.

Everyone's instinct is to pick their scabs/blisters/pimples. Don't ask me why, i just find it true.

FELIPE NO

Originally Posted by YeOldeButchere

Skin problems are a boon. I pick at those things until they get tired of being constantly harassed. Seriously. There is nothing I enjoy more than exploding a pimple through overpressure and causing it to cover my bathroom mirror with puss. I imagine the whole scene in the pimple to be something like this:

"We're under attack!"
"What?"
"Someone's pressing on us. Hard."
"Begin plan "cause horrible pain as soon as something touches us"!"
"It's failling! Pressure keeps increasing! Our host doesn't seem to care, he's willing to do anything to get rid of us!"
"Engage emergency procedure, make popping noise so the host thinks we're destroying his cells or some shit!"
"It's not working! Rupture of outside barrier imminent!"
"Oh god, it's the end!"
PLORSTSCH! (That's supposed to be a pimple exploding and spewing puss everywhere)

Oh yeah, I love that. Don't get me started about that thing on my neck.

You know, I often imagine that kind of conversation when destroying my pimples too. Most often its because I find that if I leave the pimple alone it tends to hurt more than just popping it and cleaning the place up afterwards. Scabs I try to leave alone at all costs, but every now and then when they start to itch I don't pay attention to it and I accidentally scratch them off. Blisters I will not touch while they still have fluid, but once the fluid disappears and leaves behind this mass of dead skin cells I have a tendency to pick on it and remove it.

What, you don't want my bikini-clad body?

Thanks to this thread, it's quite possible that I will never pick a scab again. I can stomach a bit, but this is just gross.

Plus, I'd rather not deal with the resulting scars. =/

Jam it back in, in the dark.