Recently, I decided to go through with the experience of getting my nose pierced. Getting my nose pierced was something I had wanted to do since I was thirteen years old, but every time I asked my parents, the answer was always a firm, resounding "no." As a result, the dream of getting my nose pierced was something that was nice to think about, but never attainable. Until last week, anyway. I don't know what snapped, but I decided that I was going to get my nose pierced no matter what. So after classes ended on Friday, I dragged my best friend to a tattoo parlor with me. Here are some of the thoughts I had throughout the entire experience.
1. Oh God, my parents are going to kill me
Do I really need to rebel? What am I even trying to accomplish? Maybe I just should just go home.
2. Everyone here looks so cool and tough and scary
What am I even doing in a tattoo parlor? I don't belong here.
3. What if it looks horrible? What if I look stupid?
Would I even look good with my nose pierced? I'll probably look dumb.
4. Will it hurt? I'm going to pass out and bleed to death in a tattoo parlor
It's going to hurt so bad. Is the pain even worth it?
What if I start crying? That would be so embarrassing.
When I cry, I look exactly like Kim K when she cries. It's not a pretty sight.
Maybe I should leave right now, this isn’t a good idea.
My parents will probably kill me anyway. I should probably leave my nose alone.
Why does it feel like someone is pinching my nose really hard?
It's like getting my blood drawn, but from my nose. Does that even make sense?
Oh shoot, my eyes are watering up so much. So. Many. Tears.
I NEED a tissue. Somebody please get me a tissue.