I never thought I judged families who suffered with an inactive child. I felt sorry for them. I never in my wildest imagination thought I’d get up close and personal with a pierced, tattooed, non-church attending daughter. Sometimes it renders me speechless. But when she brings home a dinner guest whose tattoo stretches from his collar bone to his wrist and you run out of conversation, you can get a good twenty minutes out of that topic.
The problem I used to have with tongue and nose piercings is that they were distracting. When I tried to have a conversation with a pierced person, I would think, “I wonder if she’s ever swallowed a tongue decoration” or “What happens with that nose ring when she catches a cold?” I didn’t necessarily judge people; it was more that my imagination would get the best of me.
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