Hole in My Head

While most people here wouldn't really notice it, but back near the start of the year, I opted to put my earring back in my left lobe. 

Yes, "my earring". Singular. 

Not only do I not have multiple piercings, I don't even have multiple earrings. 

It's simple. It's a tight hoop (I guess that's what it would be called). It's silver. 

I'm not sure most people here would know I've worn an earring. It certainly hasn't shown up in a lot of pics. The ones that might have shown it would have gotten wiped out in the disaster that was the 2010 blog host conversion that wiped out all images from 2003-2010. 

Oh, the horror! 

Even then, there would have been single digit images of me with jewelry. 

Back in 1990 I marched myself down to OS Shoe (say it out loud) down on High Street and finally got the balls to have them put a piercing gun to my head and pull the trigger. 

It was a semi-ugly black post that had to stay put for like six weeks before I could change it - or so I was told. 

Since I was still in my 20s (albeit barely) I played around with a few different earrings. Eventually I settled on one subtle style. I swear my mother didn't give me the diamonds that were left for me - on the assumption that they be made into an engagement ring for some woman - because she thought I'd make them into earrings. 

I'm not LL Cool J. 

Once I started working outside of academia, the earring got pulled as it didn't go with corporate culture, which then was suit and tie. When we would go on vacation, I would sometimes put it back in - back to being me, I suppose. Honestly, the last time it was in was in 2009 on a trip to the Outer Banks. 

I found the earring when we moved back during the pandemic and brought it out in February of this year and lo and behold - 17 years later that ear hole never closed. I figure it hadn't, as I could always see the crease. 

Oddly, only two people have said a thing:

710: "so.........should I expect a tattoo next?"

Chef Bob: "are you supposed to be Mr. Clean?"

As if I had as many muscles as Mr. Clean!  And 710 had lived with this before. Yes, I did worry that I'd be like a Kids in the Hall Character from three decades past......

He's Hip. He's Cool. He's 45.

Oh, if ONLY 45!  

The earring might actually age me. I'm not sure. I mean, it kind of looks stupid on Harrison Ford, but he's like 91. ....or something. 

The semi-final blow might have come yesterday at the gym. A girl woman was next to me and goes, "we have the same earring!"

And we did. Or at least very similar. She had others and tried to talk me into getting another one. I nicely laughed her off. 

The blow was: my earring was older than she. 

FUCK!

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