I almost got a piercing today.

I walked into a salon that I’d been passing by every week, thinking every week that I should go there and get a piercing. I finally walked in. I signed a release sheet and chose a jewellery and got ready and then the piercer started telling me all this stuff about the healing period and all the things I will have to avoid and all the things I will have to do and for how long. And I thought to myself, shoot, I should have planned this better. I should have googled, at least. How come you google every person you come in contact with, the names of books you saw once in a library and song lyrics, but you don’t think to google how to avoid infection after getting your cartilage pierced. But hey, it’s me. I walk into things on pure instinct, trusting my gut, not planning through. Most of the time it works. Montreal worked. Dancing classes worked. Most of my commitments to people and things worked. T

he piercer said, it’s a bigger commitment than a simple ear piercing. I’m fine with commitments. I walked away today, but I’m still resolved to get my piercing. I will do it in the Fall. When I will be seeing a therapist, when I will have more clarity, when I will be closer to turning the page. I really will.

Now, though, I know why they don’t charge you up front in a piercing salon.