I don’t have a tattoo, although it is something I’m debating.
The thing that annoys me about tattoos is that seemingly every single woman in the world ever now wants to only date men with tattoos, beards and top knots! It’s like it’s nearly a requirement. I understand people having preferences, but this requirement seems to be out of proportion!
The reason I have been thinking of a tattoo is that I want something to remind me of a point on a regular basis. I want something to remind myself to not necessarily take things easy. I know the theme in recent posts has been taking chances, so maybe there’s a bit of that too. Having something etched into my skin might achieve that.
The symbol I’ve thought about is a firework. This is because of a song called Just Watch the Fireworks by Jimmy Eat World which starts with the lyrics at the bottom of this post. By having a symbol rather than the writing I’m figuring I might not look like a groupie in later life!
I’m sure, though, there are other ways to remind me of that. I wouldn’t tattoo myself with a shopping list or a reminder to change Moo’s litter. I would promise myself that I’d remember to get the things from the supermarket and make the cat comfortable. I want to make sure it’s important enough and artistic enough to me to warrant the permanency.
Here, you can be anything.
I think that scares you.
Just Watch the Fireworks by Jimmy Eat World