You would think, given the number of times that particular phrase has induced a screaming, pushing, shoving, panicking crowd attempting to flee from whatever nebulous danger they perceive in the group-mind, that officials, law enforcement, politicians, parents, and Hollywood would have written off this string of 4 words as a REALLY BAD IDEA.
In fact, I believe my heart rate just jumped, and a surge of adrenalin just shot through my system just WRITING the words on my page.
Net Stampede not intentional…
I lost…my ring.
That ring has been on my finger for 20+ years. The only time I ever take it off is when I’m getting my hands into something sticky (bread dough, cookie dough, dumpling dough), smelly (hair dye, tie-dye, glass etching), or very chemical-ish (cleaning things that are REALLY gross…).
It’s extremely unsettling to have something that has been on your person for 2+ DECADES turn up missing – there’s a lot of personal energy in that thin band of platinum – and I just can’t look at my right hand without that bare finger glaring at me.
I can’t remember where I put the thing!
I remember taking it off – we had moved furniture all around the apartment. My dresser ended up in my closet. My recliner ended up in my bedroom, my bed got moved, the computers got rearranged, the living room was adjusted, the former computer desk got relocated to the kitchen, and now holds the microwave.
We celebrated this overdose of re-furnishing the apartment with homemade pizzas – fresh bread dough for the crust, whatever toppings pleased you, and baked on the new pizza stone.
Because I was involved with a sticky, doughy substance, off came the ring.
Now, usually, when I take off my ring in the kitchen, it goes on top of the microwave. It has since I signed the lease. but the microwave moved, so I can’t remember WHERE I though it would be safe enough to reside until I slipped it back on my finger.
It’s amazing how many hiding places a 1 bedroom apartment can have when the object being hidden is tiny, and fur-covered feet are involved in its movement.
So, in remembrance of my shiny little buddy – I’m gonna tell a story about it, and why it resided on the middle finger of my right hand…
The simple, common, and ‘normal’ reason for a plain silvery ring living on that finger: It’s the only finger that fits.
The ‘other’ reason? It’s the first EX’s (note, this is NOT the Wuzband – whom I still get along with, as long as we’re not married) wedding band.
When the marriage ended, he wanted to exchange rings back – why? Maybe he thought he’d look good in a woman’s wedding band? Maybe he wanted it for the next Mrs. Ex, Ex – or maybe he decided to sell it off…at that point, I just didn’t care. There were a gross metric ton of reasons why that marriage fell apart, this was just the icing on the smashed wedding cake.
Does a more perfect reason to wear a ring on your MIDDLE finger exist?