Belly button on strike!

You appreciate your hands, fingers, arms, legs, etc. because they help you live your life on a daily basis. Ask yourself...do you really give a damn about your belly button??? One of the most significant biological mechanisms that helped you live “once upon a time”?... Natures' way of connecting you and your mommy so that you get fed without having to brush your teeth after every meal during the first 9 months of your life? As far as I was concerned it was just a relic that was left in the middle of my stomach. It adds no functionality to my existence anymore. However, I often fancied the idea of decorating it with a sharp piercing object in the shape of a bar-bell with a butterfly or a flower attached to it. That will add some value to my stomach at least. Other than that...it never crossed my mind for ages...until the day before yesterday…I realized that I have managed to successfully piss off my belly button. After all it did for me...I had absolutely no regard for it. If I were my belly button I would be furious with myself. So, it decided to go on a strike (not as if it was doing anything in the first place)...It decided to subject me to pain...not exactly pain....more like a constant feeling of discomfort in the middle of my stomach... It decided to get infected with I-don't-know-what. My fingernails seem to keep a low profile about the whole thing probably coz they helped it go on strike. Ultimately, I had to give into their evil plan. It was just too much to take. What did I do to deserve such malice??? I didn't go to work that day. "Enough already!!!" I said to my belly button. "I know you are in the middle of my stomach... And I have thought about you on and off when I get the urge to pierce you with a belly ring... Do you think that all those belly buttons out there in the world get so much of attention???...Nooo...! Unlike you...they are satisfied with their lives in the middle of stomachs...but nooooo...not you....you have to go and get yourself infected just to get some attention...FINE!!...attention you shall get...!". So I went to the good-old Doctor. I said..."Doctor, I was quite feverish yesterday"..."Baaah! take a Panadol." said he. Alrighty...

And so I came home with three days of pills and a “neutral cream-based Antibiotic”. I pampered my niggling little belly button that night. The next day, I was advised to stay at home incase if it tries to pull more of its stunts. I took the day off to hang-out with my belly button. We talked about life and everything. It was quite happy with my results. Sam (as I named "him")... told me about his golden days in my mommy's tummy. He was a star then...I could almost feel his pain of rejection. I put myself in his "place"... in the middle of my stomach...just sitting around... doing nothing...nobody noticing me. Finally, I have come to realize that I should be more sensitive to his feelings... talk to him once in a while. He was quite happy at the end of the day. Decided to slowly heal himself.

Now that I have noticed you... I think you're kinda' cute pal...but now I have second thoughts about the belly ring!