Something Up With Which I Will Not Put

It occurred to me today that breaking up with someone is very much like a really huge pimple:

~ painful
~ obviously must be dealt with
~ dealing with relationship/huge pimple provides a curious sense of relief and satisfaction mingled with vague self-loathing
~ the aftermath is usually pretty messy
~ one hopes there's no scarring.

I haven't broken up with anyone. You do the math.