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Okay, well. It's been a while since I've written. Not really that long, but to me it's been rather long, since I now have things that need to heave themselves off my chest. I guess I'll go in chronological order. I'll start with a story that precedes my weekend inebriated hell. In a time I wish I could forget, I was in trouble. With myself, with everyone around me going apeshit because surprise surprise, I have an opinion... and it's an angry one. Well, this opinion, this thing that IS me objectified... yes, it got me in trouble, it made me sad, it made me drunk. But before that final one, I knew of something that would make me feel better. A brand new piercing. And one that I wanted. People kept telling me if I wanted to get something, I should get that fucking labret thing. You know, that part between your lip and your chin. Well fuck that, this was one for me, right? Right. So I did what I wanted, I got my lip done, over on the left side on the bottom. It's on the same side as my eyebrow ring, facial symmetry bothers me a little. So yeah, she pierced it almost exactly the same way as the eyebrow: got out the little clamps to stop the bloodflow, hooked a ring onto the end of a needle and threaded it through my meaty fabric. Didn't really hurt too much more than the eyebrow, and that didn't barely hurt at all. It did however, swell up almost immediately. It didn't hurt that night, but oh hell... the next couple of days I could have sworn I hurt more constantly in physical pain that I have in a long time. A very long time. That was two Wednesdays ago. Since then it's crusted and I've cut the crust off, but basically in the past two days it hasn't hurt too much at all. Almost not noticeable, especially if I'm doing something. The only thing I miss is not being able to whistle sometimes. And I'll tell you... eating was a funky adventure accompanied with a soundtrack made up of symphonies of pain.
And that's the physical side to it.
That is the smaller share of things. Alright, I didn't really tell too many people that I actually had an appointment to go and get it done. I just kept saying how I was going to and I was going to, and I don't think too many people believed me. However, I didn't tell my parents at all, whose opinion I don't really give a bag of roaches about either way anyhow. It changes things though. I mean, I already had the eyebrow done, which I guess must just seemed ‘gitchy' or something. I can't tell you how many people I've seen with their eyebrow done since I got mine three years ago. Just too many for comfort. People who I don't think really appreciated them, who just got them because they had an extra $45. Not because they wanted to really express themselves or something, or it would make them feel a little better and a little different. So getting another ring, well what did it make me? It made me less harmless in other peoples eyes, made me more of a ‘freak'. Sure, one is cute and innocent. Two... two however is a different story. People look at me and scowl, in a sympathetic pain that never actually happened anyhow. They try not to look, but find themselves staring. Once again I go back to a point I'm sure I've made before... if you want to find out who your friends and supporters are... get your face pierced. Oh yeah, trust me... if you get your eyebrow or nose done, it wont hurt at all. The lip does hurt more, and I spoke to a guy with his tongue done that assured me that my lip probably hurt more than his did. I bet the septum, that thing between your nostrils hurts though. And I get two different stories about the nipple... from excruciating pain to "didn't hurt at all," but thats not on your face, is it? No sir. People will look at you funny, friend and foe alike, but the superficial people will start to talk to you differently too. They either talk less, or talk down to you. How many times have I wondered since two Wednesdays ago: "Why are they talking like that? Don't they know I'm smarter than them?" Terrible. They try to make sure you're an idiot... my english teacher who up to that point knew I was a genuis nagged me,
"Why would you get that? Are you sure it's safe?"
"Yes."
"Are you?!"
"Yes."
"Sterile?"
"Yes."
"Did you watch them open the new needle package? Did you DO THAT?"
"Yes."
"Oh."
See, I'm not stupid. Don't even venture to think that, you'll just get burned and realize you're a true idiot later on. Getting another face piercing though, it makes me appear stupid to people. It enforces a stereotype I haven't really seen any grounds for, that I must be mentally deficient for wanting jewellry on my face. Yup, I've got $85 on my face. Thats sort of cool, if I think about it. I think the one piercing made me 'cute', but two makes me a little off. A pill short of a medicated load, if you will. It makes me evil. Well, so be it. If my employers, teachers, parents, authority figureheads and fellow students want to think that, then I might as well let them if they really want to. I think this might help me out in warding off the people I wouldn't like anyhow. I think with this metal protuberance in my lip, I can maybe attract the kind of girl I'd like to be with too, now thats the kicker. Maybe, maybe not; with a slight emphasis on maybe not. But you know what? Oh well. If I get to feeling too bad I'll just find something else to pierce, now won't I? You best believe it.
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