I met the ugliest woman today.
I won’t divulge further details. But let’s just say…take my word for it.
This is the ugliest normal-genome woman I have ever met. She was uglier because she was not disfigured, or spawned of genetic aberration. She was ostensibly a woman of normal genetics but she was hideous. This is why she stood out. Because she was not disfigured. Because she was not afflicted with a rare or repulsive skin disease. Nope, she did not possess even a single malformed attribute that might automatically bestow the ugly title on her simply by its unwelcome presence.
There was nothing wrong with this woman other than she was ugly as sin.
I feel horrible for thinking this, for writing this, for posting this. But I am merely the messenger, the reporter of my daily affairs, good and bad, pretty and ugly, or in this case, pretty damned ugly.
She might very well have been a nice lady. I don’t know this because our acquaintance was fleeting and distracted by the adjacent social occurrences fluttering loudly in our vicinity. I hate that I am acting in such a superficial manner, but how can one possibly ignore such a glaring and disabling force of ugliness as this?
If she was a midget, or had a disfiguring harelip, or a stub arm, at least I could find solace in the fact that her hideousness owed itself to an incomplete or fractured genetic unraveling, but as it is, the only thing I can assume is that her fetal development proceeded normally but just gathered its inauspicious forces to create a human organism whose face aroused such intensely nauseous sensations of such repugnance in the heart of man. This is the least I can say.
Argh. I am such an unkind man.