I used to have pierced ears.  I never actually got them pierced by a professional; rather I either did the piercing myself or I had a friend do it.  The very first time was when I was about 15 or 16 at home.  I was hanging out with my friend Jimmy and mentioned that I would like to pierce my ear the same way he did.  He took out the stud from his ear and said we could do it right now.  Without hesitating I said “sure, let’s do it!”  Jimmy grabbed a bar of soap and he took the stud and dipped the end into the bar of Irish Spring; there we go it’s now sterilized (bullshit!).  He grabs onto my earlobe and proceeds to try to push the stud through the meaty part of it.  It hurts like crazy but he keeps squeezing and pressing.  Finally after what felt like an hour I feel this pop as he jams the stud through.  He puts the backing onto the stud and I go to check it out in the mirror; I am in shock but I love it.  In my head I feel like the coolest guy alive.

I don’t remember what we got up to for the rest of the night but when I woke up the next morning my ear felt like it was on fire.  I went to go get some ice for and my Mom intercepted me in the kitchen.  She freaked out because “APPARENTLY” you shouldn’t do something like let your buddy pierce your ear in the living room with only a bar of soap and the earring/stud as your tools.  She took one look at the piercing and told me to take it out.  There was no way this was going to happen; not after the pain I went through to get the damn thing.  She let it be known that I was now dealing with a mild infection in the old ear lobe.  Far from ideal, but that explains the burning sensation.  My Mom is a nurse so I have zero reason to doubt her when it comes to medical issues.  So I submitted to the in kitchen examination and then Mom administered first aid.  Of which she was far from gentle with.  (I’m pretty sure that was intentional)

When I told Mare this story this weekend she was nowhere near as impressed as I was in my recollection.  I was laughing so hard I was in tears as we were driving home.  I think the funniest part is the shear stupidity of the decision and the fact that I think the best part was my Mom’s reaction to the whole thing.  I suppose my sense of humour is not my strong suit.  lol……

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