Hi precious readers,What is the first thing that comes to your mind when you hear the word
piercing? I dont know bout you but for me its pain, agonising,
excruciating pain.. (i just thought of -crucio- the banned curse at
hogwarts, Harry Potter)
Having said that you may think I have no piercings but I do acutally, and one
interesting one which is actually the inspiration behind this post, but
before I tell you my story, check this out..
Conch Piercings.. Ouch!!
Did I just see nails??
Tragus piercings... (bet you didn't know thats wat the're called..)
And now the funny part,
ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you the first wonder of secerts of a good looking girl, the one, the only, put your hands together for Billy, the Rocksturrr Goat!!!!
Seriously, not even a goat would be spared.. I must say there are some pretty disturbed people in this world. Ha ha ha ha!!
Back to my story. I didn't get any piercings till after high school. Why?
Like I said, the thought of the crucio curse freaked me.
When I finally decided the day had come, and more importantly that I was
tired of always being asked about my virgin ears (pun), my cousin was
more than happy to accompany me to the salon.
The lady at the salon was quite pleasant and she surely did her best to
reassure me that the first pair of piercings didn't hurt. I remember
thnking, yeah right, you only say that because you want my money... (my
100 shillings.. he he)
So I chose the studs I wanted, gold coated cafflon studs round in shape.
She fixed the first one in the gun and dabbed a cotton ball soacked in
disinfectant. At this point my hands were as cold as ice and my palms
were already breaking a sweat.
She lowered the gun, I held my breath. She tilted my head with her free
hand, I cupped my mouth to stifle a scream. She then put the gun in
position with my ear lobe between the stud and stopper, finger on the
trigger. Now even my feet were sweating, I couldn’t stop fidgeting, my
legs were shaking, aching to run from the gun...
fire! Went the shot.
Huh?! That’s it? Sigh.
I must say I was much too prepared for that shot. Needless to say the second one took place with more ease.
Then after she was through, she said that I was among the fussiest clients
she had ever had and pointing to her tragus piercing, she added that
people like me could never get such. For some strange reason that
didn't go down well with me.. What did she mean?
Long story short, barely a week had passed and with a friend in tow, I was
back in the hot seat this time for a more daring operation, I wanted a
tragus piercing. The salon lady had trouble believing me and even more
trouble trying to get me to sit still. I knew I would be facing pain
and I knew pain had an ugly face. This wasn't as exciting as I had
wanted it to be.
After quite a struggle, Fire!! Aw! That almost hurt..
It gets worse,
she missed!!
She only managed to drive the earring through the edge of the tragus,
quite unsightly. I wanted to shoot her, anything to make her pay. She
was killing me..
After a very critical pep talk from my friend, I was back on the hot seat.
The misser (nothing kind to say at this point) removed the earring,
cleaned some blood that had come out and the process started all over
again. I know reading this you are probably wondering why I would
subject myself to such torture but may I remind you that I wasn't about
to back down and prove the misser's theory about people like me right.
No way. A few minutes of struggle passed.
Fire!!!! aaaaaaaaahhhhw!! I screamed.
You shot my brain!! I blurted.
I couldn't believe how painful it was, my ear was burning.. I had to see
it, if for no other reason, to convince myself that it was worth the
trouble. And alas! It was. There in the middle of my ear stood a
shinning piece of gold, my treasure.
I smiled, the pain faded.
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