Aeternitatis
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I thought I was a tough guy. Thought I could go in and just focus and be strong and handle the pain. Boy was I ever wrong!
What happened?
I had a 4 gauge piece of steal passed through my ear.
It was incedible! The pain was so intense, the adrenaline reaction elucidating. I went in with so many assumptions--ultimately fallacies--of my own strength. But as I sat waiting, trying to gather my calm, there was a pervading sense of an impending overwhelming experience. Laying back, I made comments like "I've done 10 gauge before, I can handle 4 gauge." Just trying to bolster my confidence. The piercer knew better as he said in passing, "This is gonna be quite a bit different than a 10 gauge." And he laughed.
The thing that really gets me is that there are a lot of apparently average people who have endured much larger gauges. It's good to be reminded of your weakness once in a while. Keeps you grounded.
What happened?
I had a 4 gauge piece of steal passed through my ear.
It was incedible! The pain was so intense, the adrenaline reaction elucidating. I went in with so many assumptions--ultimately fallacies--of my own strength. But as I sat waiting, trying to gather my calm, there was a pervading sense of an impending overwhelming experience. Laying back, I made comments like "I've done 10 gauge before, I can handle 4 gauge." Just trying to bolster my confidence. The piercer knew better as he said in passing, "This is gonna be quite a bit different than a 10 gauge." And he laughed.
The thing that really gets me is that there are a lot of apparently average people who have endured much larger gauges. It's good to be reminded of your weakness once in a while. Keeps you grounded.
