I Feel Sorry for My Good-Looking Friends (standard:humor, 907 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Jun 04 2023	Views/Reads: 476/279	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
My life, even my wrinkles, is in the capable hands of God.

The one place in our humble residence I would prefer to avoid,
especially in the morning, is my bathroom. The Gracious Mistress of the 
Parsonage has her bathroom, and I have mine. 

I make visiting my bathroom in the morning as quick as possible. As I
walk into my bathroom, on the right side is that awful and terrible 
thing called the mirror. Whenever I look into it, some old man looks 
back at me and then smiles. 

I have asked The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage if I could put a
curtain in front of my mirror so that I would only see it when I had 
to. 

She would laugh and say, "Oh, you silly boy, you need that mirror to
help you look the best you can." 

Her mirror is a lot different from my mirror. My mirror shows some
grumpy old guy, whereas her mirror shows a charming young lady. I have 
offered to exchange mirrors, but she would not have anything to do with 
that. 

I'm not very concerned about how ugly I look. After all, ugly isn't
really that big of a deal. 

In the pharmacy section of Publix the other day, one of the workers came
and asked me if I wanted some skincare products that were on sale. 
"It'll sure make your face look a lot better." 

I declined her offer and left the store. 

As I was thinking about this, it reminded me of some of my good friends
who are rather good-looking despite their age. They spend much time and 
money keeping themselves looking young and beautiful. 

I would rather use my money to buy Apple Fritters than any skincare
products. 

Many of my friends spend a lot of money and time to keep themselves as
young looking as possible. They exercise, go on a strict diet, and some 
even have surgery to make them look better than they are. 

I have one friend, a very wonderful lady, whom I've known most of my
life. One thing about this young lady is that she wants people to think 
she's young and works tirelessly to keep looking young. 

Her biggest concern is wrinkles, and she seems allergic to them. 

I love my wrinkles because they are a product of getting older. And I
plan to get as old as I can. 

But this young lady, I will not mention her name for obvious reasons,
seems quite allergic to wrinkles. She has had several facelifts to make 
sure all of the wrinkles disappear. Whenever she sees a wrinkle, she 
has to stop whatever she's doing and take care of it, no matter the 
cost. 

I don't see her often anymore, but whenever I do, I usually say
something like, "Is that a new wrinkle on your face? I think it's a 
wonderful wrinkle." 

She will laugh and then disappear into the bathroom in a few moments to
check out that wrinkle. Sometime that week, she will be at her doctor 
getting rid of that wrinkle. 

If I had all the money she has spent caring for her wrinkles, I would be
wealthy and could afford all the Apple Fritters I want. 

That is why I'm very concerned about some of my good-looking friends. I
don't know, and I have yet to ask any of them how much it costs to look 
as young and good-looking as they appear. It does not come without 
cost, I assure you. 

I have not spent a single nickel dealing with my wrinkles, and have the
wrinkles to prove it. 



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