It Doesn’t Hurt, It Feels Fine…

I just got my tongue pierced. Why? I don’t know. Because I wanted to? Because getting pierced makes me feel alive? Because I like the endorphins? Because I like the way it looks? All of the above, probably. I’ve been thinking on and off about doing it for years now. I have a few piercings but I wouldn’t say that I’m overly pierced. I have three earlobe piercings, one rook (crease of the ear) piercing, a nostril stud and I used to have a belly button ring and and upper ear cartilage piercing that have been retired for different reasons. Now I have a tongue piercing.

So what if I’m 31 years old, married, mother of two, living in the ‘burbs? It doesn’t mean I don’t like piercings and weird coloured hair. It doesn’t mean I have to wear Dockers and shop at The Gap (or Australian equivalent). It doesn’t mean I can’t wear awesome hats with kitty ears on them. It doesn’t mean I’m dead.

The following song (a line from which is the title of this post) has been running through my head for a few days:

For the record, it does hurt … just not as bad as you might think. Also, it doesn’t feel fine. It feels really fucking weird.

PS I feel the need to publicly apologize to a friend who got his tongue pierced back in high school. He ate applesauce for lunch for over a week & couldn’t talk properly for that whole time. Myself and another friend teased him about how he said “applesauce” daily. Sorry, Justin … if I could, I’d call you and say “applesauce” so you could laugh at me now. 🙂