the iron ring

So, yes, I took it off. I don’t wear it on my finger anymore. I carry it in my wallet.

It was the only piece of jewelry I was wearing and I suppose it got attention as a result.

It happened at the doctor’s office. It happened when I was playing basketball, and it happened when I was at parties/gatherings. It happened when a political candidate (brown person) was doing door-to-door campaigning and started talking to me about engineering, and how his cousins and nephews are engineers etc etc… which I really don’t need to hear. And some other incidents I care not discuss, and these incidents I really don’t need either.

So really, the ring was serving a completely different purpose (what purpose it was supposed to serve, I don’t know anymore). But it felt too much like, “look at me, i’m engineering”. So as happens in The Lord of The Rings, I destroyed it! Well… not really.

I took it off. And it’s in my wallet.

5 thoughts on “the iron ring”

  1. hahaha, yes, i was actually thinking about adding an emo alert to this one.

    but in either case, it’s a fairly logical decision. it’s not serving purpose and drawing unwanted attention, so it’s gotta go.

  2. no, i didn’t mean this was emo. it isn’t. it’s pretty matter of fact. i was thinking, because i’m self-obsessed that way, of things i’ve written on similar topics and it made me cringe to remember how melodramatic i’d been.

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