Wednesday, May 26, 2010
I'm pretty sure I'm to indecisive (or flighty) to actually commit to anything that permanent.
I'd pick something and then change my mind before they even finished putting it on. "Flower-- no wait, a star, no-- a giant picture of the Mister, he would love that!"
Plus, do I really want people staring at me even more than they already do?
Seriously, I try to be as inconspicuous as possible when out in public. A tattoo says, "Come look at me!"
Whenever I see a person with an obvious tattoo I wonder things like, "I wonder if their mother knows they have that?" Or, "Lets say they have a fancy party to go to. Do they use base to cover it up?" "When they are old will it look all weird and jumbled?" "I bet a nice turtle neck would cover that puppy up..... wait, does anyone really wear turtle necks anymore?" "If they get really really fat does it grow with them?" "Gee wiz, that must have taken a lot of needles! Yowza!"
My mind wanders a lot in public. I like to make up stories about people to keep myself entertained. It makes going to the store a little bit more fun. Tattoos add a little spice to my stories.
OK, just in writing this post I've changed my mind about which tattoo I'd get. A Chinese proverb... hmmm, maybe not. How can anyone commit to one choice for that long. I've already redecorated my house several times and it's only 5 years old. I even rearrange the furniture on a regular basis to keep things fresh.
Getting a tattoo is clearly too much pressure for me.
I'm going to go move some furniture.
(So how about you.... do you tattoo?)
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