May 02, 2006 21:55
I don't like diamonds. Wait, let me rephrase that: I don't like the hype the diamond cartel has created around little pieces of pressure-treated coal.
Sure, diamonds can be pretty, especially when they refract light into a rainbow of colors. No, it doesn't bother me at all that other people like and/or wear diamonds; I just don't want one myself.
When we were choosing our wedding rings I neither wanted nor received a diamond ring. Instead, we chose (imnsho) really cool, but simple rings. I love mine! It means a lot to me on many different levels, one of which is that it is quite unique.
I've noticed that when I tell someone that I recently got married, their eyes often automatically dart to my ring finger. They don't see a diamond there, so four times out of five they never ask to see my ring. I might not have thought anything of this until the day when a co-worker mentioned she got engaged and people oohed and aahed over her (tiny) diamond.
It was sad to see that most people seem to care more about something ordinary and expected than something unique (one could say that's been the story of my life!). Maybe my ring will help me weed out the ordinary people who only care about image.
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