YES...to everything you've said here. It's like Mother Nature's way of saying, "Remember when you were a teen? I'm not gonna let you feel any of the good stuff, but here's a flashback."
My wife will enquire about some bruise or wound on me. As this is usually the first I've become aware of it, my only answer is, "Dunno."
I then get the, all too familiar, "WTH is wrong with you?" look.
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My skin: "Hey, buddy. I'm a random patch of skin on your body that has NEVER had a pimple, before."
Me: "I don't like where this is going."
My skin: "YOU GUESSED IT! HERE'S A PIMPLE THE SIZE OF AN EVERLASTING GOBSTOPPER!"
And it gets more painful every 12 hours.
And because it's in some crazy-ass, random spot, you keep bumping it on stuff & people think you're full crazy, cause you're randomly flinching.
I then get the, all too familiar, "WTH is wrong with you?" look.