Today, I lost my bat ring.
Whatever thoughts I had throughout the day (I think I was going to talk about some vampire trivia today?), instantly forgotten once that happened, because my one and only thought was and still is focused on that.
It just happened. Like, as in, I was in my car, in my driveway at home, minutes before this blog. The ring went flying off of my finger. Keep in mind, it's a black ring. In a car which has a lot of black stuff. During the night.
It might not seem like much to you.
But keep in mind that this is one of the few ways I can subtly express my femininity. It also has gained some sentimentality value, albeit not as much as the glow-in-the-dark bracelet. Plus, it's a safety object: I rub it when I feel the need to express emotions, if that makes sense.
And it just feels good.
So having it not on makes it...feel like I'm missing something.
Which I am.