I've wanted to pierce my nose for maybe 4 years now. It's the one "body altering" procedure my father will let me go through. He's even anal about my ears. I got permission when I was 12, oddly enough. I'm not sure how that happened, it might have something to do with my dad's secretary and her nose piercing... But anyway, I got permission and I was ecstatic. And then I got tired of the idea. It seemed so trivial and pointless. I got my whole school worked up about it, and then I didn't go through with it. I did feel a little silly, but whatever. I wasn't in the mood.
At A Glance Author daphne Artist Bruce Studio blood, sweat, & ink Location Rt. 9 Freehold NJ And then five years passed... and the notion came again. I was in Philadelphia and I saw this girl with her nose pierced. And she looked SO atupid. But that's what made me want to do it. Because I figured that if she got it done and she looks stupid, I have to be better off than her. After really thinking about it for five minutes, while staring at the mirror, I decided it was time. I came home late that night and turned on the lights to my father's room. He wasn't sleeping, of course. I eagerly told him that I wanted my nose pierced, he looked at me, and of course, didn't believe that I'd actually go through with it. Nonetheless, he gave me permission and the next day, off I went to pierce my lovely little nose. I'm pretty sure I heard him muttering something along the lines of "I bet she'll come home, adamantly saying that tongue piercing is too lame for her." That made me want to get it done even more.
I arrived at Blood, Sweat & Ink, and I encountered a guy named Bruce, (at least I think that was his name, I didn't pay much attention) He politely informed me that being 17, I had to be accompanied by my guardian with about seventy-five thousand forms of ID. My boyfriend protested, saying he's 22, it should be okay. But good ole Mr. Bruce was quite the professional and said he was very sorry, but there was nothing he could do. Dejected, I returned home, a little annoyed by the wasted trip.
That night at dinner I told my father what happened. He laughed; he finds any accounts of my failure to be mildly amusing. I knew he was thinking that I chickened out. But, to humor me, he said he'd take me next weekend. And so, next weekend came. Bruce was there, again. I showed him a copy of my birth certificate, my driver's license, and my passport. My father showed him his driver's license and social security card. I really don't think the social security card was neccessary, but my father was determined not to have to go home due to the lack of ID. And finally, Bruce accepted me and took me in.
Now, I get scared from needles. When I had to get my flu shots I cried for hours after, just because I'm spoiled like that. But I didn't cry when I got my nose pierced. Partially because Bruce was a tough looking guy, and I didn't want to seem so juveneille in front of him. And also because the piercing was my idea, so no one was forcing me to do it. It bled more than I thought it would. That suprised me a little. It didn't hurt too much either. I expected swelling and throbbing and puss, but it wasn't that bad. I felt some throbbing afterwards, as I went shopping at the mall, but all in all, it was okay.
I'm scared about getting infected though, so I'm very careful when it comes to cleaning my nose proprly. It's funny... all my friends seem to be getting pierced all of a sudden, mainly because they all just turned 18. My one friend pierced his lip, and now it's infected. He has to carry a bottle of listerine with him everywhere. That makes me only a bit more careful in taking care of my lovely nose. I think next I'm going to pierce my tongue. It always seemed like a fun thing to do... and I'm sure my boyfriend will love it. My grandmother hated the piercing, but she would. She says I look like one of those punk kids she sees on the street. I don't think anyone's bothered to tell her that I AM one of those scary punk kids. Ah well. There's nothing I can do about that. I like it, my boyfriend likes it, and my friends like it. As for my father, well, he's pretty sure I'll take it out in a week. We'll see.