Remember when wearing feathers in your hair was big last year? Yeah, my mom hated the trend, told me it was disgusting. I tried it anyway.
REGRET. I put a pink feather in my hair and it got nasty and matted within a week from my shampoo. I had to pull the stupid thing out because I was so disgusted by it. Waste of money.
Six Flags? My parents told me not to go, that I would have a miserable time due to my motion sickness (which runs in the family, apparently).
REGRET. I had a pounding headache for days from riding all the rides. I love roller coasters, but I guess I'm not up for them.Waste of money.
And now...my ear piercing. The world's shortest-lived piercing.
My parents brainwashed me, telling me for years how I wouldn't like a cartilage piercing, that it didn't go with my style.
(Sorry for the repeat pic, it's the only one I have of the piercing!)
Well, I didn't listen to them. I got my upper ear pierced. And they were right: I hated it. I think it looks great on some people, but for me it was almost pointless: my hair covered it up. And although it didn't hurt getting it pierced, my ear was so sore afterwards. The earring just felt weird. I don't know if I was mentally uncomfortable with the piercing or physically uncomfortable, but after about a day, I came to the conclusion:
My parents were right. I didn't like the piercing. I took it out as soon as possible so the hole would close up and wouldn't scar. Now you can't even tell that the earring was ever there.
It takes a big person to admit that their parents are always right. It's taken me 20 years to figure that out.
Has anybody ever come to an epiphany like this?