Friday, August 12, 2011

The Tattoo

Tonight I have a tattoo appointment, I have been going once every few months for years now, since I was 19 I believe.  Now it's more common than it was when I started 7 years ago, however, I still get people constantly staring at me, and asking me about my work, or being over all disgusted.  People ask me, what happens when you're older and you hate them?  I respond, when I'm older I'll hopefully have a family to worry about, and what tattoo's I have won't be an issue, like it isn't now.  My poor mother gets so upset and angry everytime I go, I'm waiting for the day for her to accept me, but I'm turning 27 and I have a feeling it will never change.  Some people like to sky dive, rock climb, swim with sharks, base jump...  I just happen to like getting tattooed.  I enjoy the culture, the artists, the artwork and the history.  At this point I have so many, it doesn't matter to me anymore if I continue.  I don't even put a thought to it, they are apart of my body now.  Sure, I may be addicted to it, like one is addicted to drinking or smoking, but I'm the type of person who lives for today.  I'm not hurting myself or anyone else so I will continue to do it until I am satisfied. Above is my tattoo artist, and my close friend of 10 years working on my leg 2 months ago. Beside this post is a current picture of my legs I am working on, and below I encluded a short link or the history of tattoo's.

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