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Diamonds Aren't a Girl's Best Friend Ms. Monroe.

I've decided that if and when I get married, I do not want a diamond ring. I'd been thinking about that for awhile. The Best Friend is getting married and there are all these enormous decisions and traditions that go along with that, thus I started thinking about what if.

What if at some point in the future I'm in a position where I actually can see myself being with one specific person for the rest of my life. Do I really want that feeling, commitment and meaning overshadowed by the "pomp and circumstance" of expenses and misplaced actions. Also, what I had been considering even previously was the idea of the diamond ring.

First, the diamond is worthless. If it weren't for the fact that man has placed some illogical value on the shining rock there would be no value. Second, it's most popular use is for beautification and materialistic measure. And third, the ridiculously brutal and inhumane things that have occurred just to bring it to the surface, just to ship it from our global South to our global North are unnecessary, illogical, and easily opposed if people would actually just...oppose it.

So after all of those words this is my conclusion. Since I was about 14 I loved that ring, ya know the one with a heart and a crown held between two hands? I never knew where to find one that would actually fit. I never really knew where to find one in general and I always figured there was no significant reason for me to have one. I was aware that it held some sort of romantic meaning, and had a story, just never actually looked into what the story was sooo....

Thank God for Google. I googled ("crown" and "heart" and "hands"). From this I discovered the appropriate name of the ring is the Claddagh. It's supposed origin isn't exactly known but one possibility is that it stems from an Irish man, who in a lengthy story that I will not reiterate in this space, made the ring for his love.

There are 4 symbolic meanings depending on how the ring is worn:
1) Right hand, heart pointing outward- Not in a serious relationship/Open Heart
2) Right hand, heart pointing inward - Serious Relationship/Heart is closed to others
3) Left hand, heart pointing inward- Married
4) Left hand, heart pointing outward- means nothing, widowed, or engaged (what a range)

So in conference with The Best Friend it has been decided that if I ever find myself in a situation where I just might be spending the rest of my life with a significant other, he will be fully aware that he MUST go to The Best Friend for precise instructions on how to find this specific item...Since she doesn't read this blog and won't remember the name of the ring:

"Google. Type in "heart" and "crown" and "hands". He'll find it."

**fIreFly**

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