A few weeks ago, select members of my family were visiting my sister and in-law's house. My sister decided we should all get homegrown facials.
I didn't want to get a facial, but I figured I could at least tell people one day that, yes, I did have that sort of experience. Now go away.
So I put some sort of foreign stinging cream on my face and waited for it to harden. Then, after I couldn't take it anymore, I grabbed an edge and peeled it off.
It was just bizarre, I will forever have a hard time describing what that felt like.
So, what did I learn?
First, I learned I don't really mind facials, but I'd rather not have another one anytime soon.
Second, I learned that now I can at least tell people that I had one, which will prompt much conversation and mirth.
Third, I learned that you really can't know what something's like until you try it.
So, for all of you plebeians wondering what a facial is really like, I highly recommend you at least give it a shot. I can't really tell you what it's like otherwise.
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