Why do we wear clothespins on our nipples (COONs)?
Really, why do we do things to ourselves that we "rationally" know bring us pain?
People say, "Yo, what up with those COYNs"
I say, "What the hell are you talking about?!"
They say,"Dude, look, those things on your nipps--don't they hurt?"
"Give it a rest already, I'm not in pain"
"But that grimace on your face . . ."
"That's not a grimace--I look like this all the time"
"Probably cause you're always wearing those friggin COYNs"
"Whatever . . ."
We've all got COONs to some greater or lesser degree.
And it ain't rational.
But we like to keep wearing them, and at a certain point, if we took them off, and the pain stopped, what would we do then?
Would we miss the pain?
Would we move the pins elsewhere?
Or could we say, "Wow, this is actually kind of nice."
Why did we put the COONs on in the first place?
Is it because someone once was always pinching our nipps?. We'd protest--but they wouldn't stop and we couldn't stop them.And it happened so much that over time, we kinda got used to it.
So that when it stopped, we kinda missed it.
Then one day in the laundry room we spied the pins and tried them on . . . and it hurt, but that was familiar. . .
It's my pain godammit, and I can hurt myself if I want too, and no one's gonna stop me!
. . .and something one could count on in a world that is so unpredictable.
And now twenty, thirty, forty years later we're still wearing them: my COMNs, your COYNs, our COONs. They're obviously attached to us. . . .or is it that we're attached to them?
Just wondering, that's all. |
