Pink Tissues

Ahh! My inaugural post and I picked a good one.

I've been sick this week. I'm not talking about a runny-nose-for-a-few-days sick, I'm talking about full blown fever, aches/pains, sore throat, hot/cold flashes, coughing up interesting colors, "Please God just let me die" kinda sick.

So I've been on the hunt for those little travel packets of tissues. You know, the ones in the little clear green plastic wrap and you can reseal and are awesome for the on-the-go sick ass? Apparently everyone's had a run on them and I've been forced to use napkins from various eating establishments. Needless to say, my nose has been torn up nicely and I was begging to find regular tissues. I found some at my internship. I was excited...until I realized one critical fact.

The tissues were pink.

Don't get me wrong. I am not a homophobe. I have several gay friends (well, 2) and wouldn't trade the world for them. I'm just part of that early childhood conditioning program where you were taught to not talk about your emotions or cry if you had a 6 inch gash down your leg or to like anything girly like "pink" or "flowers". So here I am: a chapped, runny nose plaguing my existence and my only salvation are pink tissues.

I'll cut right to the chase. I used the pink tissues. Loved them in fact. I just found it odd (and amusing) that I seriously had a conversation with myself about the consequences of using pink tissues as a manly man. I'd have to say that maybe I am one step closer to breaking down that early childhood conditioning. Maybe I'll go pick some flowers next. But they'll have to be manly, bug eatin' Venus Flytrap sorta flowers. Yeah!