Yup, it is official. I have removed the tongue ring for good. I know, I know. Some of you are probably thinking “what, you had a tongue ring?” Yes, I did. It was not very obvious, as I was fortunate enough to never talk like I had a piece of metal sticking through my tongue, but it was still there. Plus, I was really good at keeping it tucked away. At my last job I worked there, oh, seven months or so before anyone at the place figured it out. And it was not like I was working some tech-support job where I only associated with my co-workers while waiting in line at the water-fountain, it was warehouse work and I talked to my co-workers practically nonstop for eight hours a day (had some good conversations there too).
Anyway, like I said, it is officially gone. I do not even think I could put the bar back in if I tried. I guess I should not say that, because then I will want to try. The reason why I took it out is because I am about to (hopefully) move off into professional corporate land, and a tongue ring just does not fit into that picture very well. So take that, and the fact that I will be post-25 (buy me a birthday present damnit) in a few days, and I figured it was about time to begin to grow-up and leave the 'cool' things for someone else. Ahhh who am I lying too? That had nothing to do with it. I had you folks believing it for a minute though, huh? It's ok to be gullible; it really is.
Seriously though, I first took my tongue ring out when I went to the interview. I am pretty good at keeping it hidden, but tongue rings really do have no place in an interview, so I took it out. Anyway, I was in such a rush on my way to the interview (remember, I ran) and on my way from the interview to school that I forgot to put it back in. I ended up staying on campus late, getting home late, and eventually before I knew it two days had passed and I still did not put my tongue ring back in. So, finally, deciding that I wanted to do it before the hole closed up, I attempted to put the bar back in. Well, it was crazy difficult to get through, but with some precision and pressure I managed. The only bad part was by this time I was used to not having it in, so all day/night I would find myself wanting to rip the damned thing out of my mouth because it was bothering me (funny how quickly we get used to things huh?). So after about two days of this and a slight pain that was not there before I took it out (apparently I was not as precise with my pressure as I thought), I decided that I liked not having a tongue ring better than I liked having one, and so, it came out. Oh well, I guess it was going to happen eventually anyway. I never pictured myself (nor would I want to) as an 80-year old man with a tongue ring. So, goodbye tongue ring(s), it was fun while it lasted.
Only bad part is now I have an indentation in my tongue where my ring used to be, which sort of sucks (sucks = technical term). And no, I do not 'think' I will be posting pictures of my indented tongue (unless you really really want me to). And why I turned what could have been a four sentence story into a four paragraph novel I have no idea. I guess I really just do like writing (basically a nice way of saying I am wordy). Anyway, that is it for today's post. Hope you enjoyed it, or at least read all of it. Adios.
EDIT: So I tried to put my tongue ring back in (just to see if I could), no way. That is definitely not going to happen. I thought I had it for a minute, but then the tip of my tongue started tingling a little bit, I got scared, and gave up. My tongue has too many nerve endings and is too important for me to be playing around with it like that. Oh well, no real loss, I was not going to keep it in anyway.
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