Rings

I wear three rings, and they have specific meaning, because I tend to steep my life in meaning, assumedly because of a fear of a lack thereof. The two rings I wear, I wear on opposing ring fingers. Now the rings are essentially from my long term ex, when I went to greece way back in 2001, I bought myself a ring, silver is cheap in greece, and I wanted a simple reminder of the trip.

When I returned and started dating christine, things were pretty stable, so after a year or so (I'm guessing my concept of time is fucked) I offered her the ring, as a sign of commitment, because I was commited, I'm not the cheating type anyhow, but to give her some piece of mind. A little time passed, and Christine bought me a ring as well, which I promptly lost, and caused a large fight between us. She eventually bought me a replacement ring, and I then found the previous one. So the rings have always been to me; One for love and one for loss.

Once we broke up, we agreed to keep the rings the way they were given, and I realized quite quickly that A) women aren't crazy about a guy wearing a ring on his wedding finger, B) women aren't crazy to find out that I still wear two rings that I got from a long term girlfriend, even if I feel nothing for her at this point.

So when I was single I made a mental note to wear the left hand ring on my middle finger. Now once I started seeing Jen, I was so deliriously happy, that I switched it back to the ring finger, since I had no need of anyone else. I only realised a couple days ago that I had been wearing them in the committed (no pun intended) sense...and have since then switched back to middle finger wear.

I feel the ring all the time now, it weighs more, and is more apart of my everyday thoughts, it brings to the surface thoughts that I'd rather leave at the bottom, but hey that's how it goes....