I got a new piercing for my birthday a couple weeks ago, and I don’t know why I always think it’s a good idea to get more piercings. It’s like I enjoy the pain.
You think the needle pain is the fun part, but no—that’s not even remotely five percent of the true pain.
The true pain is only being able to sleep on one side for probably a year. Cleaning it daily. Having to buy a whole new type of headphones for the gym. The constant swelling and de-swelling. And the slight snag your hair or clothes might do that determines the entire fate of your piercing for several weeks.
Oh, I should mention—I got a double snug.
Little did I know at the time that the snug is one of the hardest piercings to heal…and I decided I should do two. Crazy of me.
I already have so many piercings. God, why do I keep getting more?
Not to mention I retired a piercing the other day. It was a flat on my right side that never truly healed properly, and no jewelry I put in ever looked right…so now it’s gone.
And to no surprise, I already have a plan for my next piercing for my birthday next year—to replace the loss of the flat. Then I’ll be done, I swear. My ears, after sixteen piercings, should be done. A project I started at eighteen will come to an end. Hopefully.
I say hopefully because I really hope I don’t convince myself I need my tragus pierced. Man, I want it so bad. But I cannot. I would have to give up any type of headphones, plus not wearing earplugs to sleep at night for probably a year…and I think that would kill me.
That’s the only piercing I wish I had gotten before becoming a chronic headphone wearer for the gym and such.
God, I would be so stupid if I did it to myself.
Fingers crossed I never do.