The logic of saying goodbye to the holes next to my nose, realized while listening to this song on repeat now

It's 9:25 p.m., and I've been listening to the same song on repeat for an hour. I'm a very analytical person who gets hooked on something and then goes straight to the end, but the problem is that this obsession extends to my skin in the mirror. I just studied the side of my nose to the beat of the song, and while I let my guard down because it's winter, these little things have become quite assertive. The weather is cold and dry, but the indoor heater is on full blast, so moisture evaporates and sebum takes its place, making my precious skin's elasticity almost dream of expanding its territory.

After careful analysis, I realized my lifestyle was a mess. Washing my face with hot water because it's cold is like opening my pores, saying, "Welcome!" And avoiding the humidifier because it's too much trouble is an act of terrorism that turns my face into a dry, dry field. When I approached it logically, I concluded that before pouring expensive ampoules, I needed to cut off this constant cycle of hot and cold water. So now, I turn on the humidifier and mentally memorize the order of moisturizing layers, like memorizing song lyrics.

Ultimately, I'm reminded of the simple yet sad truth that management isn't about washing equipment, but about diligence and temperature control. To put it humorously, my skin is currently battling a formidable villain called the heater. Everyone, please stop accustoming your face to warmth and start lowering the temperature, as it's past 9 p.m., and focus on hydration. I'll listen to one more song and then go apply a face mask!