Not so momentous

After something like wearing it for thirteen or fourteen years, I took my nosering out. I’m not exactly sure why, which is fitting because I’m not exactly sure why I got it pierced in the first place. I remember taking a shower one morning when I was twenty-three (or four) and deciding that day would be a good day to get my nose pierced.

I pondered the removal for like a week. I hemmed and hawed, because I thought the piercing had become so much a part of “my look.” My look = schlubby + cool hair colors + nosering. It was this weekend when I finally realized that I didn’t have a look, a look would require buying clothes more than once every other year, makeup, maybe, and all those other things that take entirely more thought than I’m willing to give them.

So I took it out. Nobody noticed.

This is a-okay with me because I’m hoping that means they don’t notice hole in my nose that looks like a pore so big I could keep my car keys in it.

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  1. Lori 08.Apr.09 at 7:38 pm

    It would probably be a convenient place to keep your keys since I’m guessing you don’t carry a purse. See? Glass half full!

  2. Jodi 08.Apr.09 at 8:26 pm

    I actually carry a bag filled with crap — iPod, digital camera, spare glasses, a book, notebook, and about 32 different writing instruments.

  3. UH 10.Apr.09 at 10:26 pm

    I felt like that when I stopped wearing earrings. I’d worn them for so many years that it was hard to imagine looking at myself in the mirror and not seeing them.

    It didn’t take very long to get used to it, though. Somehow it just wasn’t the big deal that I thought it was going to be. Most things are like that, I find. You worry and worry about it for so long, and then you do it and then wonder why you were so worried about it in the first place.


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