I want a ring in it. No, not “tribal”, but just a small shiny thing. Small. Really tiny, but sparkly.
I worry about what the neighbors would think, what my friends who are parents of teenagers would think, what the new mommies I am making friends with would think, what the pastors would think, what the older women I admire and consider mentors would think…
Why do I want one? I’m not even really sure. I think they are cute and fun and daring. I have not met one little nose stud I have not admired.
I have elements of cuteness and funness, but daring… not so much. I follow rules, whether stated or implied. In my life, a nose ring is an implied “no”.
One time, in high school… I got one of those magnetic studs and put it in my nose (I suppose I have always had interest, just not nerve, nor - in this instance, sense)… Yeah. The magnet part got stuck up my nose and I had to leave class to blow it out - REALLY hard.
I know I don’t want a magnetic nose ring.
Also, I am not a “I’m gonna do what I gotta do for me”, kind of gal. So… to me, others matter. Not so much in the little things… but more the big things. Is this a big thing or a little thing? I just don’t know! Am I thinking too much? That’s funny. The word “thinking” implies one has a brain, and me - brain… again - not so much.
Then there’s my husband. He is all over it. LUUUUUVS the idea.
I still don’t know why am actually struggling over this. Maybe it’s because, unlike when I was 16 - I actually have a choice now. I have power. I can choose to do it or not to do it. Wow.
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