GUY ON THE TRAIN LOOKING AT MY EARS: 



SO I STARE BACK:

 

I kid you not, that is literally how that scene went. For about 5 minutes.



It was hilarious. This happens atleast twice a week. My ears bring up some mad conversations. One guy actually asked me if I was a fan of pain. Dodge alert. But you know the really funny thing? People think I've gone wack in the head for having an abormal number of piercings on my ears. Just when I thought I'd seen it all, I came across a girl recently, (now many), who had her cheeks pierced. And now I don't mean the down south cheeks, although with the current decline in the length of shorts that girls wear these days, I wouldn't be surprised if I happen to see those cheeks too. Anyhoo, her cheeks man. Her friggin cheeks. Family are you reading this? Just below her eyes. I mean, where does the back of the piercing even go?

So on that rather shocking note, strange man I met on the train, there seem to be a whole lot more individuals in the human population who fancy pain. I'm certainly not one of them.