There's a little bit of something me in everything in you

The more I think about it, the more I'm convinced this is the way it meant to be.
Somedays you just wake up knowing its a different day.
Not bad. Not good. Maybe you don't know even. But different, you know. This little understanding comes out of years of being best friends with your instincts. And we all know they never lie, do they?
Anyhow. So its a different day. To celebrate it (or make peace with it, if you may) you spend a little extra time in front of the mirror. Wear nicer clothes to work.
Breeze through the day, pretty much ignoring everyone and every thing. Don't let work get on your nerves. You're enveloped in a zen-like calmness. Buddha-like, minus any enlightenment of course. And before you know its time to swipe out the card that doesn't really work, but you have to swipe it anyway. Much like clockwork. And then suddenly, out of the blue, you catch hold of a friend, drag him and go ahead and do the one thing you've wanted to for years. Get your tongue pierced.
As for the post title, its just a song playing in my head and has nothing to do with any body part, pierced or otherwise.