I wear a small gold hoop earring in my left ear
...and a small heart-shaped, gold stud earring in my right ear.
Different earrings aren't much of a fashion statement to me - although the concept is cute, to be entirely truthful.
I say that they're not a fashion statement to me because: one, I always wear my hair loose, and it covers my ears; two, my earrings are small and aren't showy, which means that they're barely noticeable - besides, if they were, at any point of measurement (mm, cm, etc.) larger than they are now, I wouldn't wear them since I will find them ridiculous.
The whole point of me wearing a different earring on my left ear from the one on my right ear surrounds a little story:
The small gold hoop earring once had its beloved. I used to wear them all the time - you see, the holes of my ear piercings are rather small and thay pair of earrings is the only pair that I wear since they are thinner and finer that most earrings ever given to me. More often than not, if I decide to wear something else other than those earrings, my piercings get irritated.
One day - it was some time in the afternoon, I think - I realized that I wasn't wearing one of the earrings anymore. Of course I searched all over my boardinghouse: but really, who am I kidding? I had already fixed my bed in the morning - the earring could have been tossed anywhere (perhaps in the damned space under the closet?); I had already taken a bath, which means the earring could be anywhere in the sewerage system of Baguio City; AND, I have already gone to school - and my beloved earring could be anywhere in the dust-ridden school with its foot-shuffling student population. In short, it is, I can presume, gone.
Given that my ear piercings are small, I need another earring to put in my bare ear piercing before the piercing 'closes.' So I decided on a small heart-shaped, gold stud earring. Of course, my ear complained a lot; did itchy tantrums, turned red and even (for some odd reason that I do not know) developed tiny wounds on the skin surrounding the piercing (those that I'd like to call galis... eww). It took about two weeks of alcohol therapy* to get my ear to accept that the hoop earring is a goner.
Once I had gotten use to the earrings being different, I even tend to forget they're even there.
All I want is for my ear piercings to remain open, period. Not really the so-called 'style.' I never did do well with 'style.' There is always a sort of global conspiracy regarding 'style' (amazing, I seem to speak of it like it's a swearword).
I just want to keep my piercings open, I repeat, just to keep them open - in case someone gives me pearl or topaz earrings, maybe. Or so I can show off something if - IF EVER I decide to ALWAYS put my hair up. Huh.
There was one time that I had my head on my grandma's (my partner in crime) lap and she was running her fingers across my hair when she noticed that my earrings were different. She laughed when I told her what had happened and said, "Pa-uso ka ah."
Huh.
[* Alcohol Therapy: The process of pouring alcohol (one that sanitizes, NOT the one that gets someone drunk, huh) into the wound or itchy area of the skin in a manner of an hourly basis... if not every few minutes.]
