It\’s weird wearing a ring. I find myself glancing at it when the sun is out. Shipra and I bought each other a ring in the Portland Saturday Night market. [I was about to take a picture of my ring to blog, but I realized I have no camera!!! :(] It was two for five dollars. Hers is a simple ring while mine is a twisted sterling silver. I wear mine on my middle finger of my left hand. Now that I am 22, I am completely wary of being preyed on. A few weeks ago, I decided to see what would happen if I actually used a normal picture in a profile in a social network. (Social networks are my research interests, by the way.) And to my surprise, I received several messages that night. I didn\’t respond to any except one which was an innocuous \”hi\”.

Despite my many adventures of meeting people online, I have always found it extremely weird and creepy to meet people through such sites. Sure, I have met people through message boards, blogs and the like…but those start from a base of the same interests. A progression through hours of iming about random things establishing some kind of comfortable mutual friendships. And now…yeah I don\’t know.

And maybe that\’s naive of me. That\’s the real world. I wear a ring almost as a sign of defiance or a facade.

When I see Shipra and we feel sad, we would often yell, \”Ring!\” Then we would hold our rings together. \”Forever,\” we say!

The last pictures ever taken on my lost digicam…