One of the things about getting married as a staid white guy is getting used to wearing a ring, and one of the things I’ve been noticing recently is how I’ve become used to having my ring on.
Now, when I have to take it off to go into theatre of whatever I find it quite weird that when I squeeze my third, fourth and fifth fingers together my ring finger is soft and squishy, rather than being firm and metallic and incompressible, as I have become used to it being.