the social identity crisis
I remember many years ago, I saw a man on television. He was covered in piercings, I could barely see his face and arms. I wondered why he would do that to himself. He said every time he was unhappy, he'd get another piercing. I was empowered by the idea about self expressionism. Mine mark both happy and unhappy events within my life. Perhaps it serves as my own declaration of independence. I've always struggled to find a real foothold when it came to self identity. I've always wanted to be different. After high school, a friend once asked if I would remove my ear piercings if I had a corporate job. I told her I wouldn't because I considered them to be a part of my identity. I said I'd get my last one and now I want another two. I know my identity isn't marked by these piercings, my identity is marked by my personality and my choices. I'll figure this out one day. I'll continue to try despite whatever mishaps I may meet along the way. And with that,