Addiction v.1

Piercings.

It's weird how I get this natural high out of having myself pierced. For the record, I've had 6 piercings within a month--  3 on each ear. 

It's not that I'm into turning myself into some sort of a boho-rebel what-not or a perpetual masochist who is into making my body a temple of metallic adornments; I just love having myself pierced. 

I'm addicted to the rush of having the needle pierce through my skin. Those moments in between, where both anticipation and fear pulls me to opposite sides. However, pleasure overrides logic. 

Gone were the fear of infection, scars, blood, and whatnot. The only feeling that remains is that of want. The desire to have another piercing onto an over-pierced ear that just cannot get enough of it. 

I'm not quite sure when this fixation will end. I'm not even sure if this would really end. But then again, my body knows better when I should stop or when I should keep on going. Somehow, it has this ability of keeping my mind sane and keeping my body protected from episodes of erratic behavior and spontaneous addiction to things that could destroy me. 

It'll either be, I get tired of substances I thought I can't live without (e.g: cigarettes) or developing allergies to things I once loved (eg: alcohol, chicken, eggs, etc) -- my body knows when to say go or say no. 

Either way, whatever goes. For now, I'd simply delve in the rush and joy it gives. Piercings?? Hate them, love em. Doesn't matter. I'd still be wearing them. :))

Wednesday, November 07, 2012

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