I wish there was a knob on the TV to turn up the intelligence.
There's a knob called 'brightness,' but it doesn't work...
Being a teenager comes with the ability to make interesting choices. I always swore I would never regret anything that I've done to my body. However, lately I've had an interesting new standpoint on certain things... Ask anyone who knows me and piercing/stretching/tattoos are what I prefer to talk about... mostly because I've spent so much time around it and experiencing it (from a very young age) that I am quite knowledgeable. But in the past week I've shed over 5 piercings that until now could be considered my trademark among those whom I know. I removed another of my favorites this evening (one that I love so much that I've had it done 4 times due to rejection) and I can't help but have this fallen hearted feeling... Maybe my mother was right?
I love these things, sure... but what am I going to do when I'm 90 with 5/8" lobes? That shit is going to sag anyway, why the hell do I need to help it along? They were stretched inappropriately, I was only 16 when I started... I had no idea what I was doing. Things to aid this procedure are sold everywhere now for young people that have no idea the consequences, side effects, or knowledge of what they are about to do to themselves. Things like tattoos and piercings require you to be 18, or have parental supervision... and yet tapers and jewelry are sold at will to people of every age. Stretching your ears is JUST as permanent, if not more-so than a piercing of various other types. Why not regulate it the same way?
I'm not saying I regret the things that I've done to my body, no. I'm simply saying that I wish I knew then what I know now about everything. I wish I'd have taken my time and planned things out a little better. I wish I didn't have to grow up and wear long sleeves to work and be professional. Though I do plan to have several of my favorite (out of the 30ish that I've had in my lifetime) piercings redone when I am stable and when the economy isn't so bad that I'm not even allowed to breathe the way that I'd like... but as for my ears? Plastic surgery is the only way... It's expensive and I'm terrified of it, but shit... It'll learn me. All I have to do now is make sure my 2G tongue isn't corroding my gums. :-D
/rant
Being a teenager comes with the ability to make interesting choices. I always swore I would never regret anything that I've done to my body. However, lately I've had an interesting new standpoint on certain things... Ask anyone who knows me and piercing/stretching/tattoos are what I prefer to talk about... mostly because I've spent so much time around it and experiencing it (from a very young age) that I am quite knowledgeable. But in the past week I've shed over 5 piercings that until now could be considered my trademark among those whom I know. I removed another of my favorites this evening (one that I love so much that I've had it done 4 times due to rejection) and I can't help but have this fallen hearted feeling... Maybe my mother was right?
I love these things, sure... but what am I going to do when I'm 90 with 5/8" lobes? That shit is going to sag anyway, why the hell do I need to help it along? They were stretched inappropriately, I was only 16 when I started... I had no idea what I was doing. Things to aid this procedure are sold everywhere now for young people that have no idea the consequences, side effects, or knowledge of what they are about to do to themselves. Things like tattoos and piercings require you to be 18, or have parental supervision... and yet tapers and jewelry are sold at will to people of every age. Stretching your ears is JUST as permanent, if not more-so than a piercing of various other types. Why not regulate it the same way?
I'm not saying I regret the things that I've done to my body, no. I'm simply saying that I wish I knew then what I know now about everything. I wish I'd have taken my time and planned things out a little better. I wish I didn't have to grow up and wear long sleeves to work and be professional. Though I do plan to have several of my favorite (out of the 30ish that I've had in my lifetime) piercings redone when I am stable and when the economy isn't so bad that I'm not even allowed to breathe the way that I'd like... but as for my ears? Plastic surgery is the only way... It's expensive and I'm terrified of it, but shit... It'll learn me. All I have to do now is make sure my 2G tongue isn't corroding my gums. :-D
/rant