Bleugh.

You know when you randomly touch your ear and realize there's a little bump there, and think "hello, an ear zit," and then play with it and play with it, even though it's really sensitive, and eventually it pops in a really agonizingly painful, yet eerily satisfying way, and you then have the puerile satisfaction of seeing a little blood and pus on your fingernail and then later in the week you have a lovely little scab to play with and worry about people seeing so you don't wear your hair in a ponytail, but leave it down to cover your ears, but still keep playing around with it and playing around with it until you finally start to worry about infection and stop, and then it heals up?

No?

Me neither.