I rather like navel gazing. Mine was just a standard inny until I had it pierced. Yes! By a doctor, who was repairing a bilateral hernia. Now it has a nice scar that I can tell people was achieved when I tried to protect a kindly old nun who was collecting money for food for the poor orphans when she was beset by a gang of drug-crazed punk rocker bikers when I came to her rescue and while defeating the whole mad mob was stabbed with malice aforethought by one who when he realized what he had done immediately converted and now is a plainsong chanter in a cloistered monastery in the Pyrenees.