Ah, the nose piercing. To me it’s like flipping the bird to the status quo; a rebellion against preconception.
I’m turning 30 this year. It’s kind of a big deal to me… like most people, I guess.
My whole adolescence has been one of not crossing too many lines, mostly being held back by fear of the unknown. Which is exactly why I got my nose pierced the other day.
I won’t bore you with the ins and outs of it. Did it hurt? Yes. Do I like it? Yeah! Do I feel more like a bad-ass? Well, yeah, obviously.
My face finally reflects the attitude I have at the moment which is, to put it bluntly, ‘Who gives a shit?’
I don’t know about you but I find the pressure of being a particular way, looking a particular way, speaking a particular way… well, it’s exhausting.
I have finally done something that represents my mind set and right now I’m revelling in the feeling of freedom that’s come with it. This may be the first step in my mid-mid life crisis but what the hell! What’s in a nose anyway? Apart from bogies… and now metal…