WARNING: This is a story about self-piercing, which although I performed, I certainly do not condone. Never pierce yourself, and if you must, be sure you are aware of the risks. The following story was a show of idiocy by a silly teenage girl. Please do not model it.
At A Glance Author Cassie Contact stargirlpapercut@hotmail.com When A week ago Artist myself Studio my bathroom Location MN, USA Let me start by saying, I have absolutely zero luck with piercings. I, as of this moment, have 3 piercings in each ear lobe (which is what is experience is about), and a navel piercing. I have had an obscene amount of difficulty with almost all of them at some point.
The reason is, of course, that I am stupid. I refuse to do anything right and take care of my piercings. But that is beside the point. I am simply a typically rebellious 14 year old girl who has a leg up on most her age simply because I know I am stupid. But on to my experience.
About 6 months previously, I had my second ear lobe piercings done at Claire's (yes, I can hear you gagging in disgust at my simply lack of respect for myself). I had numerous problems with these piercings, partially because I had them done with cheap jewelry in a mall, and partially because I'm too stupid to take care of them. But through stubborn will, I managed to keep them.
A couple weeks ago, my world started coming apart. I broke up with my boyfriend, my best friend and I are having problems, and I various other things I wont bother getting into here. I did not feel like I was my own. I am very resilient, but I began to feel fragile, as problem after problem presented itself, over time weakening my resolve to feel better. And so I didn't. I was crabby most of the time, and I simply lost my tolerance for people.
Now, I had wanted my third holes in my lobes for a while now. But I would never have considered doing them myself, as I frequent BME, and know of the billions of risks associated with doing your own piercings. But, as is usually the case with me, I had a temporary lapse of sanity.
I came home from a particularly bad day at school, only to discover some hate mail festering in my email inbox, and to get in another fight with my mother (over the phone, as she does not live with me). I was furious, and began to grow hatred toward the world. I wanted my ear lobes pierced, and my dad was adamant in stopping me. But I very seldom listen to anyone in any position of authority. I would rather listen to inner dialog, which said to me:
"Cassie, it's your damn body. Do with it as you please."
And so I did. I soaked my old piercing studs in Bactine, and marked the spots with gel pen. I held the first stud to my ear, and started to push. I had no idea how tough my own flesh was. So I started putting some muscle into it, and shoved. I heard "crumple, crumple, crumple, pop!" and it was through. And no, it didn't hurt. Or at least not any more than a paper cut that was extended over the course of 4 or 5 seconds.
At this point my hands had begun to shake, so I let myself calm for a moment before beginning the next one. The experience was similar, but it hurt a little more. I didn't even bother to put the posts on the back. I simply went into my room, and wrote, letting what was left of my anger seethe from out of me.
I cleaned them rather religiously. I didn't even care if my dad noticed them or not. I wore my hair back, but eventually my fear of punishment began to get to me, and I took all the other earrings I was wearing out, making it less noticeable.
And it worked like a charm. After several days, my dad still has not noticed.
The aftercare was uneventful. But I was unsatisfied.
The exit hole on my right ear was substantially closer to my second piercing than was the left one. I tried to ignore it, but every time I would clean it, and notice how much closer it was to my second piercing than the other one, I would become livid. I tried to tell myself it was impossible to pierce yourself perfectly, and it would cause no hindrance so why worry about it?
But sadly, I couldn't ignore it. About half an hour ago I was just sitting around, chatting online, and I just could not stand it anymore. I said "brb" to everyone I was talking to, set my away message to "MY EAR PIERCING IS CROOKED, DAMN IT!!! I'm off to redo it, be back momentarily."
I went back into my bathroom, soaked it in Bactine, pulled the piercing stud half way out of the hole, and shoved it back in, slightly above the original exit hole. I was not satisfied. I pulled it half way out again, and pushed it through, making the exit hole even higher. I cleaned up what little blood there was on the back of my ear, put the post back on, and went about my business, feeling thoroughly relieved.
And it is at this time that I sit here, writing to you, always and forever...
The Biggest Teen Idiot Of Them All.
Good night, and happy piercing.
Love,
Cassie