One mans wart is another mans beauty mark

Warts. You want to remove them immediately. They are unsightly, gross, and feel like something alien growing out from your body. Witches have warts, old fishermen have warts, we all have warts, not only physical but in our personalities, our behaviors and mannerisms.

You know a wart when you see one. It can be a women with a mustache, a man with no chin, a bad habit like interrupting, spitting when you speak, not thanking the waitress when she serves you, opinions we have about life, religion, politics, cutting your candy bar with a knife and eating it with a fork. A wart is really nothing more than what we have determined deviates from proper etiquette, proper bodily maintenance, the standards of our society. The norm. And when we do, say, or have something that doesn't fit that norm requirement of acceptance, they become warts, something others don't want to see, something we try to hide. At least until someone knows us better. Until someone loves us. And then we can put the Compound W Fast Acting Liquid back in the medicine cabinet.

That is the true beauty of love. Freedom. Acceptance. Even more than acceptance, there is a certain affection that becomes attached to the actual wart. You've heard people say things like, "he may be an idiot, but he is my idiot" ~ yes, they actually become almost charming defects, comfortable in our own skin. The woman rubs her husband's Buddha belly and declares "how cute it is". All of a sudden, when love is in the air, hairy backs aren't so repulsive, thighs dimpled by cellulite, a double chin, crooked toes, receding hairline, all things that have been assigned to the less than perfect category by our society, become more charming, become ours. And this, is why love is so important. Like a mother's love, we are blinded and only see the perfect imperfections in the people we love, they actually become quite endearing, things that others might find disgusting, we now find adorable, or at the very least, non-repulsive, almost non-existent.

So what I am wondering, is if we were to show our warts off, right from the start, would that prevent us from attracting love? Would we still be kissed to see if that frog might turn into a handsome prince? Do we have to put those warts of ours behind lock and key until enough time passes, when we feel a certain guarantee, we can now share the combination to the safe door? Do we really have to fake our way into a relationship that can lead to love once we have successfully pulled off a magic trick or two? That critical first impression that we have always been told happens only once, no second chance, a first impression can not be made on our second or third encounter.

I've seen it it action. Exposed warts lead to speeding ticket worthy fast car drives home. They lead to phone calls and emails left unanswered. They lead to made up stories about how busy we have become. I guess the wart highway really should be leading to any corner drug store. Get the Compound W working early and hopefully there will be no warts to expose later. Hmmm, that's a fairytale right up there with Snow White. Oh well, I guess we just have to pick and choose which warts we and hopefully others can live with and apply the daily wart removal liquid to all the others and hope they fade away.