Before I begin, I just want to quickly let my yuge expanse of readers know that I’ve decided to post these writing prompts only once (sometimes twice) a week instead of three times as I’ve been doing so far. My reasoning is two-fold. There are very few people who have the time (never mind the desire) to respond to a writing prompt as frequently as I currently post them. Maybe that’s why so far no one has joined me? Hehe, a girl can dream that’s the only reason 😉 Secondly, I’m having my first baby any day now and soon after that will be going back to work part-time, so I think I’ll soon be joining that group who doesn’t have enough time.
But lez be real, since no one has joined me in my memory journaling yet, it’s really because of the baby ｡◕‿◕｡
But anyway, here is today’s writing prompt! For those of you who want to participate, you can either respond directly in the comments or post your story in your own blog and just leave the link to it in my comments section. Bonus is that you’ll get some new visitors to your blog!
What’s something you’ve done that you either regret or wouldn’t recommend for others to do?
Some of my friends are shocked when they realize I still don’t have my earlobes pierced. When I was little my mom said to wait until I was older. When I was older I decided I would look too weird with earrings. It wouldn’t fit my face or personality very well. I’m the kind of person who wears jewelry so infrequently that when I do, I can actually be a little self-conscious about it. And it tickles my skin.
I did however think I’d look good with my cartilage pierced. Have any of you watched the new Parent Trap? Wait, not new — it’s, like, twenty years old. But of the two Parent Trap films, it’s the newer one, with young Lindsay Lohan. In it, one of the Lindsays gets her ears pierced by her sister-twin at camp. I decided to be that Lindsay, only with my cartilage instead. I’ve gotten it done three times now, though not always at a camp. The part that made it qualify all three times is that they were all done by friends. The first time WAS at camp, with a needle from the “craft barn” that we soaked in alcohol and burned with flame (very stupid). The second time was done at college, but at least I bought the needle brand new.
My boyfriend pierced my last one. I kind of made him do it. He was willing, but definitely wasn’t as into it as I was. It was our first Valentine’s day together and I was visiting him at his school in NY. He was actually there to get his PhD, so I figured he was smart enough to do a good job on my ear. He used a clean needle and a banana. The latter was to hold behind my ear for the needle to go into something other than his finger, but I was pretty hesitant about it. The Parent Trap used an apple slice, so I would have preferred that since everything went smoothly for them. A banana from the counter seemed kind of trashy, but he was the one going for a PhD so I went with it.
He had me lay on the couch in his little bachelor pad so he could numb my ear with an ice cube. Even when we thought it must be cold enough to start the piercing process, I balked. I know it was my idea obviously, but all of a sudden I had some definite hesitations.
“Okay, it’s through.”
“Woah, seriously? I didn’t even feel anything! Maybe I was more numb than I thought.”
“Yeah, that’s it.”
“Wait a second….are you sure you didn’t just pierce the banana?”
“Oh yeah, that’s just the banana…let me try again.”
◔_◔ Young people reading this: just because someone’s getting their PhD doesn’t mean they’re qualified to pierce their girlfriend’s ear cartilage. Or any part of their bodies. The actual piercing ended up hurting WAYYYY too much to ever want to do again. It was my third time doing it, yes, but it also was the most physically painful. I don’t necessarily regret that I went through with it because, hey, it actually provides a really nice memory. But also, sorry, but no recommendation from me. Just go to Claire’s, folks. They’re pretty good there, and they usually have lollipops too.
My parents picked me up that night (since flying back from NY to NH didn’t make sense to them) and I’m pretty sure my mom decided my boyfriend was no good for me as soon as she saw the piercing. She didn’t say anything, but I know she noticed because she was very unhappy looking and didn’t greet him very nicely.
She likes him now though, because bad boyfriend or not, he makes a pretty nice husband and soon to be daddy ❤
What’s something stupid you’ve tried doing that you don’t recommend? I’d love to hear it! Don’t forget to follow me if you’d like to keep getting fun writing prompts and reading real-life stories 🙂