Facial piercing to me has always been a cool thing. So, I guess it wasn't a surprise to my dad when I wanted my tongue pierced at the tender age of fifteen. Of coarse, I already knew what the answer was going to be, so my dream of having it done was gone. Things changed, though, as I grew. I saw more and more people have their nose pierced, even celebrities! I thought to myself, well it seems less extreme than getting my tongue pierced, so why not do it? I already turned eighteen when I decided to get my nose pierced. I didn't tell my dad, because I already knew what he was going to say. It was a last minute decision I made late in the day, and if I was going to do it, it would be now or never. This is something I would never do alone, so I convinced my friend Krista to do it with me.
We found a tattoo place that did nose piercing for only ten dollars! As I stepped out of the car, I could feel my stomach start to tighten. Even though I was excited about the new piercing I was going to get, the reality of it was terrifying. The room had designs of tattoos everywhere, and the worst smell of cigarettes. The man at the desk had long, greasy-looking hair that appeared as if it hadn't been washed in a month. Both of his arms displayed a variety of tattoos that were unappealing to my eyes. He looked awfully rude so I didn't even attempt to talk to him. Then a young looking man, I'd say about twenty years old, came out of the other room. He asked us what we needed. We told him, and then he began gathering the paper work. It was unbelievable how much paper work I had to sign.
My heart started to race. I knew it was only a matter of minutes before the big piercing. Lucky for me, he called my friend first. She walked passed me, and for a moment there everything was in slow motion. She went inside the piercing room, but nobody was allowed to go with her. So I sat down and expected to hear a scream of pain, but I heard nothing. My heart started to beat even faster, until finally she came out with a hoop ring (for safety purposes we had to get them) on her left nostril. Her eyes were red, the kind of red people get from tearing. Now, I was in a state of shock. I wished I had some wine with me to calm my nerves. As the guy called my name, everything went back to slow motion. My palms started to sweat, and it seemed as if the room went silent.
I went inside a small, rectangular room. I sat in the chair, and directly adjacent to it was the tray full of piercing instruments, including the long needle. The smell of regret was in the air, but I knew I had to get this done. The guy could sense I was scared out of my pants, so he told me just to relax. As he brought the clamp over, he started to laugh because I went crossed eyed. I was so out of it that I literally forgot to close my eyes. That was embarrassing. I closed my eyes, and he closed the clamp on my right nostril. He then told me that the clamping was the worst part, so I felt relieved. Soon after, came the needle. It stabbed my nose straight through, and at that very moment, I felt a big drop of what I thought to be blood, trickle down my cheek. To my surprise it was big tear. It was weird because I wasn't even crying. The piercing guy told me it's a natural thing when getting a nose pierce. The tears just come down automatically. I got off the chair and looked in the mirror. The hoop ring looked so ugly on my nose.