Today I went shopping with my sister (she is 16). She had been wanting to go to Forever 21
, a teen/young adult clothing store that is huge in size, pretty inexpensive in price, and organizes it's clothing by color, instead of style. It's basically mass chaos in the form of a clothing store. I had been wanting some inexpensive boring sleeveless shirts, so I went with her hoping to find something. (I got two tank tops for $5.80 each, so I succeeded.)
After that, we were wandering around the mall, looking for Dippin' Dots
, (the ice-cream of the future). We bought it, then walked past a Claire's Accessories
. The place that always advertises 'Free ear piercing with the purchase of a piercing kit!'
"You should get your cartilage pierced," my sister said to me.
"Heh, that would be funny," I laughed to her. We continued walking past the store, eating our Dippin' Dots ice-cream.
We looked at each other, then turned around and went back to Claire's.
"How much does a cartilage pierce cost?" I asked one of the workers, who looked to be about 17 years old. She told me.
My sister and I sat down on a bench outside the store to finish eating out ice-cream.
"You know," I said. "Getting my cartilage pierced would cost about the same thing as getting one expensive shirt."
"True. You should get one," my sister replied. She has been wanting a cartilage pierce, but my mom won't let her get one until she's old enough to sign the form herself. She wanted to live vicariously through me. "I wonder how long it would take mom and dad to discover that you got your cartilage pierced."
"They probably never would," I reasoned. "I'll come home from school for Thanksgiving break, and they'll be like, 'where'd that
"You should do it," she stated.
So I decided to go look at the earrings. I found a pair I liked. I had never, in my life, done anything spontaneous. Ignoring the fact that I didn't particularly want
to get my cartilage pierced, I decided to do it. I hadn't spent much money this summer, and I hadn't made any purchase that I really regretted. It was time to make a purchase that I would regret later. Laughing hysterically, we went up to the counter.
"I would like to get my cartilage pierced," I told the assistant manager, who looked like she was at least my age. I had more confidence in her actually hitting the correct target than the rest of the teenaged workers there.
Ten minutes later, it was done.
I now have a cartilage piercing.
I don't know how long I'll keep the piercing in, since, like I said, I didn't actually want a cartilage piercing, I just wanted to do something spontaneous and theoretically kind of rebellious (um, yeah, emphasis on the "kind of" part).
But now I can both say I can be spontaneous, and throw away $40 at the drop-of-a-hat.