At 30 I pierced my ear; a decade later my earring felt awkward so I stopped wearing it

This story is not some profound attempt to document how I have evolved and matured as an adult male. It’s just a note looking at one of my life’s mini-journeys.

Ultimately the earing chapter of my life was about music. Yes, music. Coming from someone who can’t play any instrument; who can’t sing. You don’t want to hear me sing. My ear for music is nonexistent. Or is it? My love for pop music knows no limits. In my car, at home, when running, when falling asleep, whenever — there is…