The dumbest thing I have ever done

As most of the people who will read this already know, I told my parents that I am a Christian earlier this year. My dad's first reaction was "What's her name?" When I told people this, I sometimes said "I've done some stupid things for a girl, but this isn't one of them." This post is what I was talking about when I said that.

October 1, 2007 I don't think I'll ever forget that date. It's hard to forget the day you nearly passed out from pain because you got your nipples pierced......(for those of you that were taking a drink when you read that, take a bit to clean your monitor/keyboard. I'll wait)















My girlfriend at the time had paid for them, because it was her idea. I was so nervous going into the tattoo/piercing parlor, because I was so sure it would hurt. After circling the block a couple times, I finally went in. I filled out the release form while the only guy working that afternoon finished the tattoo he was working on when I walked in.

When he finished, he asked which one I wanted pierced. Knowing that if I only got one done, I probably wouldn't be coming back, I replied "Both". He did all the prep work, and had me lie on the table. When he stuck the needle through the first one, I gripped the table as hard as I could, so that I wouldn't scream. He finished that one, and moved on to the other. He got the needle in, but he kept dropping the rings. That meant he had to get another one, and another one, and even a fourth one. (I think. I was in a little bit of shock at that point. My memory's fuzzy on the details) Finally he got it in, and closed the ring. I paid him, and proceeded to walk home, being very careful where my backpack straps were.

When I got back to my dorm, I was sweating and feeling lightheaded. I sat down in my recliner and took a short nap. (I'm not sure if I should count that as passing out, because I intended to take a nap)

The girlfriend broke up with me a few months later. (For those that know my God story, this is the one that sent me into the big depression)

I kept the rings in for a while, and had even bought replacement ones online--bought before the girlfriend broke up with me. (The ones that came with the piercing were too ordinary) However, they never healed right, and even started to migrate. Every three or four days, the left one would start to bleed again--the right one, every week or two, and not as much. I was afraid that it would be painful to remove them, so I left them in.

For anyone wondering, yes I have since removed them. I took them out the week before Spring Break of this year using a pair of needle-nose pliers. They healed quickly after taking out the rings, and there are barely any scars--slightly more visible on the left, though. I had them in for almost a year and a half. I had them in when I accepted Christ, I had them when I was baptized, I even had them during the Salt retreat this spring, and no one seemed to notice. That's the funniest part about this whole ordeal to me.

Anyway, my parents are coming to help me move out of the dorms in about 10 hours or so, so I'll leave you to pick your jaws up off the floor while I get some shut-eye and work on getting packed.