Of Rings and Other Things.
I have a silver ring with alchemical symbols on it. It was given to me by a friend. Not a whole lot of particular sentimental value really. I haven’t seen that person in years nor did I know her very long. But we were similar ilk, so she felt it necessary to give it to me. These days it represents a part of me — the alchemist. The mixer, experimenter, explorer. I wear this on my left hand pinky finger. Because it fits well. It sort of fits on the right hand, but I worked for Disney, and they required that you have no more than one ring per hand. Also, two rings on one hand and none on the other feels very misbalanced.
I have a black / “silver” ring with skulls and crossbones on it. It was once a mood ring, but the mood plastic came off because I played with it too much. I bought it for a few bucks at a hot topic a few years back. It didn’t really mean anything, except that it was cool looking. These days it represents a part of me — the pirate. The freedom loving, free thinking, anime downloading, anarchist. I wear this on my right hand ring finger, also because it fits. It sort of fits on the left hand, but that is reserved for my wedding band. As you can tell, they are not currently symmetrical, but are balanced. Eventually I’ll need to wear four rings, or give up the alchemy one. The only way that is happening is if my wedding band has alchemy and other important symbols on it.
Together these appeal to my goth-steampunk self, and along with my “silver” pocket watch and brass chain, represent (and display to the world) a part of me that I cannot always otherwise show.
Silver appears in quotes in places where I do not believe it to be silver and it may be some other metal.