LIFE LESSON FROM A ZITOne Saturday morning, at age 15, I looked in mirror and was horrified to see a huge, red pimple on my forehead. To a teenager that is a major crisis, especially when half a tube of Clearasil only makes it look worse. Who would have predicted that this zit would teach me a life lesson?
Silly now that I look back on this incident, but at time I was consumed with shame. I even canceled my weekend plans because I didn't want to be seen in public.
So you can imagine my rage when my sister snapped a photo, preserving this ugly image forever. (Lucky for her, she could run faster than me.) And, to add insult to injury, my mother lovingly placed picture in family album!
But it turned out that this was best thing she could have done. During a visit back home 12 years later I was looking through old family albums, and came across "THE photograph," which I recognized instantly from orange dress I had been wearing (and which I never wore again.) Bravely I mustered up courage to examine photo, and to relive humiliation of that abominable zit.
You've probably guessed by now that I had to search pretty hard to see blemish on my face in picture. If I looked very closely, I could detect a small speck on my forehead. It certainly didn't cover my face as I had recalled that it did.
That photo sure put things in focus for me -- and not just in terms of zits.
I instantly realized that by fixating on a single, minor blemish, I had become a self-pitying recluse. For a couple of days I had lost all objectivity, allowing this pimple to take over my life, magnifying its negative impact.
This is precisely what your “inner brat” does. In its immature, self-absorbed way it dwells on what's wrong in your life, distorting negative way out of proportion.
It views all setbacks -- even minor inconveniences -- as catastrophes. Not only can your inner brat make you feel like a victim; it can also render you negative and pessimistic about life in general.