There are some people trained to make you feel bad about yourself. These people are there to make you feel that you are a worthless piece of sh*t, and then they introduce to you their product, which is supposed to turn you into an awesome piece of sh*t. As if their product is the only thing missing from your life.
So I was walking in a mall. I was simply killing time, because I had to meet a friend, and there was snow outside. I was dressed rather shabbily, and I looked poor. Anyway, a guy popped out of nowhere and offered me a sachet of some moisturizer. I accepted it with a wide smile. He looked at my face intently, like only a lover would. He asked me, “What do you use for your face?” Suddenly I could feel him see my big pores, ugly acne and acne marks, thick black hair, a combination of dry and oily patches, on my skin. So much for looking at me like only a lover would. Very uncomfortably, I said,” Random stuff?” He was angry with my reply. Very very angry. I had all the time in the world to cater to his anger.
His next question was, “What is your age?” I never lie about that. ”28”, I said. I looked right into his eyes, and saw a hint of disbelief, but he composed himself quickly. I had a smug smile on my face. He was supposed to make me feel ugly about myself, and not flatter me. He said, “You are 28 and you use random stuff for you skin? Why would you do that to your skin?” I just said, “Well”. He asked, “Are you married?” I said no. He asked me if I had a boyfriend. I said no. Of course, he was trying to find out if I had some motivation to spend lots of money to look good. Or if there was someone who could spend for me. The direction of questions had to be changed. He said, “You don’t have a boyfriend? Then you HAVE to take care of your skin!” By then I was inside his shop, and he was applying some cleanser on my slightly hairy and very thin wrist. I was killing time being amused, while he thought that he was playing his game well.
The cleanser seemed to form some residue, and I whistled. I tried to show him that I was a dumb girl who thought that the residue was my skin. Of course it was the cleanser itself. He asked me if I had had a bath. I said of course. He then started taking out some other stuff, a moisturizer. I asked not to take it out. He said, “Come on, don’t be so hard!” I said, “Come on, you know that I am being rather easy.” He smiled stealthily, without looking at me. He asked me what my profession was and I told him that I was a student. I hoped that would make him give up on the game. He anyway took out the moisturizer and applied it on the same area, and asked me to compare it with my other wrist. There was not much noticeable difference(colour and texture), but I showed that I was impressed.
I decided to carry further the charade, “So tell me. How much do I have to pay for good skin?” He said, “It’s not much. How much do you spend on clothes, and bags, and shoes?” I was going to say “not much”, but I picked up the product instead and turned it upside down to check the price. $150 for the cleanser and $150 for the moisturizer. I looked at him with saucer eyes, and said, “Are you kidding me?” He smiled and asked me how much I was willing to pay for “the good of your skin”. I told him that the price was so high that I saw no scope of coming down to my level. He almost knew that it was a lost cause. I told him that when I would start earning I would travel all the way from my state to his shop, and buy the stuff from his shop. I said it extremely sweetly. It gave me some sinister kick. He said, “You don’t have to buy it from me.” I said that I would love to, and left, strutting away in style. It sure did give me some kick. After an hour or so, even the slightly noticeable difference between the wrists was gone.