Rita's, Life is Short vs. Life is Long, and "Your Pores Are Really Clogged."

I Want Rita's.
I really want Rita's. Seriously. Rita's Water Ice. It is an East coast-based institution that started in Pennsylvania. It is Italian water ice, gelati, and custard - I forgot how good it was. A recent trek Eastward and my stomach, if it could feel any emotions, felt utterly happy. I could actually feel my stomach smiling. Watermelon gelati with vanilla custard. The orange cream custard - smooth and sweet, yet light, flavorful.

What does that decision have to do with anything? Why should anybody care? You're right. Nobody cares. But it's still a decision.

Life is Short vs. Life is Long
I feel like every decision you make falls under one of two categories: Life is Short or Life is Long. Most people's decisions, I feel, fall under the Life is Long category. Let me draw some examples:

Doing laundry. Life is long.

Falling asleep with the light on and without brushing your teeth. Life is short.

Going out to dinner with friends when you should really be cleaning your room. Life is short.

Clipping coupons. Life is long.

Going out on Friday after work instead of crashing at home because you're exhausted from the week. Life is short.

Semi-flirting with that guy you've had your eye on, but still keeping your cool such that subleties keep things in the friend zone. Life is long.

Ask the guy out. Life is short.

Theatrical examples

Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Life is short.

25th Hour. Life is long.

Shawshank Redemption. Life is long.

Funny how the Life is Short category often includes items that some may consider to be irresponsible or foolish.

"You know, your pores are really clogged."
Thanks.

The woman doing my facial proceeds to do some painful extractions - this is where the pain begins and each blackhead is agonizingly pulled out, one by one. Make no mistake - those things are a bitch. I wince and eventually I can take no more.

"Please stop."

She says that the men that come in to get facials are actually the biggest babies.

For some reason I think this will make me feel better, but it doesn't. I keep wincing and have the vague feeling that something has changed. My tolerance for pain has dropped. I usually just suck it up when it comes to things like this. Today is not one of those days.

She finishes up with a soothing mask and a quick shoulder and arm massage.

You gotta be kidding me. A massage is probably one of the most luxurious things a person can have done in the world of pampering. Someone physically rubbing out the knots and the tight muscles in your body. That and cucumber water. I would like nothing more than to drink glasses of cucumber water all day. Mmmm.

Turns out, I cannot stop laughing when someone else touches my skin. It happens when someone else is putting make-up on my face, when I get massages, and apparently when I get facials (but not during extractions, since I am too busy crying inside).

In conclusion, apparently I'm not supposed to be washing my face twice a day but once. I know - you too, right? I will have to give this once-daily-wash a go of it and see what happens.

Does anybody have any cucumber water? Maybe I'll start bringing my own cucumber water to work. Office gossips be damned.