“Show me someone with skull and crossbones etched on his flesh, and I’ll show you someone who doesn’t go on a lot of job interviews.” AMY LINDEN
Yesterday I noticed a young woman with a man’s first name tattooed on the back of her shoulder. I could not help but reflect that this very deed required a lot of faith… or guts.
A tattoo is permanent, or at least difficult or painful to remove. In our turbulent times, liaisons are volatile… Here today, gone tomorrow. Who can be sure that a relationship is going to last forever?
And what happens when the romance fizzles out?
Personally, I would play it safe; if I absolutely wanted to get inked, I would pick something safe to be etched on my skin. Something like “Mom”, “Toby” or “Fido”. You cannot go wrong with sure values like that.
Getting a tattoo is often an impulsive move requested by immature young people. Monkey sees, monkey does. According to a recent survey, the average number of relationships for men and women in the United States is 7.2. Math was never my forte, but I understand that if you are fond of tattoos you could get 6 or 7 names (or more) inked on your skin in your lifetime. For all kinds of different reasons, it could become difficult to manage.
If you don’t want to get embarrassed, the ideal time to get a tattoo is when you are on your deathbed. It is then very unlikely that you will have to change the name of your beloved in a very near future.
A word of advice. If you are dead set to get a tattoo though, make double-sure that it is free of typos. Hire a guy who at least finished high school.
Letterings like “Too cool for scool”, “Never don’t give up” or “No ragrets” do not have the same impact as the intended idea.
I am not totally against tattoos, but I want them small, hidden, witty. I don’t want “in your face” American style tattoos… graffiti covering your entire body.
Remember, small is always more potent than large.
If I ever decide to get inked, I might go to Japan to get the right inspiration and design. And I will keep the thing out sight; I will show it only to lovers, close friends, relatives or freemasons… on special occasions… like the 4th of July.
Think before you ink!
PS: I still lament for the loss of my Canon GX7 (Sneaky Pete) camera. Will I ever get it back? I am starting to despair… ?