HERE’S A NEW-TO-ME PROBLEM…
I’m Botox-free, but have a micropeel at the skin care department of a doctor’s office every couple of months. I started doing these peels about 15 years ago, on the advice of a doctor who told me they’d reduce my acne.
And they did.
Now I continue to have them because they keep my skin looking clear and healthy. Plus the peels kind of reduce wrinkles. Sort of.
I admit to being vain, to a point, so I’m not going to stop using them any time soon.
BUT HERE’S THE THING…
I’m beginning to interact with people in my real life who have availed themselves of the other services that this type of doctor’s practice provides. That is to say lately various people who I know have wrinkle-free frozen faces that seem to be the result of using Botox.
I’m talking about people as young as their late 20s and as old as their late 60s whose faces suggest to me [or sometimes they tell me*] that Botox is part of their regular skin care routine.
To be clear here, I’m not writing this post to pass judgment on whether anyone who does this medically approved procedure is more, or less, beautiful because of it.
Do what you want, that’s cool by me. Be pretty in your own way.
No, what I’m getting on about here is the fact that these people suddenly appear to be devoid of emotions.
AND IT’S THE DARNEDEST THING.
I’m an above average communicator with the ability to read people… if they give me something to read. Yet I cannot, for certain, tell you if when speaking with these Botox-ed people if they understand what I’m saying, or asking.
There’s no emotion. There’s no feedback.
And to be honest, as an introvert interacting with seemingly non-empathetic people who lack expressions, I feel more alone than usual.
And a little bit scared.
Because without some visual clue from a person about what’s going on within their mind, I’m left to parse their words to determine if what I said was, at least, heard– and then, possibly, understood.
I mean, suddenly I’m conversing with people who are most likely distracted, complicated, perhaps even not the clearest communicators to begin with– and now I have to guess what they’re feeling, too?
Groovy. Just groovy.
* So are they confiding in me? Or are they telling me I need Botox, but they don’t want to come out and say so?
