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I Still Don’t Have Any Tattoos
I still don’t have any tattoos. I don’t really know if I’m supposed to get one.
The idea of permanence scares me. How do I know what I know now will remain forever? I feel like the upside of a good tattoo does not justify the downside of a bad tattoo. Maybe I have a narrow sense of taste and see options as purely right or wrong. In reality, perhaps there is good and better.
Sometimes anything is better than nothing.
Maybe my life would instantly improve if I had a tattoo. I’d be cooler, edgy-er, more decorated, right? Or I’d give the impression at least. I literally don’t know. I’m not sure how I feel, that’s why I’m writing this.
Let me think about this for a sec.
Well, if it meant something, I would like a tattoo. Of course. I don’t think I’m objectively opposed to the idea. I think I could handle the needle. Although imagining the process of arranging a tattoo might actually unnerve me. It seems obscure and risky. And obviously physically excruciating. Hm.
I don’t think I fear an external reaction as much. Like I’m not especially worried what other people would think. People have their own problems. I am more afraid of what future me might think. That’s the hang up.
