Aha! My goal of becoming the last person in my generation to get a tattoo is 40% complete! (At this rate, when I’m 53, my plan will be complete!!!) What joy!
Not that I have anything against tattoos. I don’t. They can be, ahem, extremely sexy. They can also be ugly. And I don’t think that getting a tattoo dooms the tattooee to a life of failure and regret. I just think that, having seen all the poor workmanship and/or design that goes into most tattoos out there, regret is very likely.
And that’s what keeps me from getting a tattoo.
It’s just… I can’t make up my mind. See, if I knew that I’d want something, say, an eagle on my belly for the rest of my life, then I’d go out an get an eagle on my belly. I just don’t think that I’d always want an eagle on my belly. I mean, forty years from now, will I still look at the eagle on my belly and love it? I doubt it. And by then, would that eagle look like a puking vulture? More than likely.
In high school, I wanted a tribal arm band. I wanted a big-ass, black tribal arm band. Now today, I think tribal tattoos on people who aren’t, you know, actual members of real tribes are just a little silly. It’s true that a significant portion of my ancestry is Cherokee. But I don’t belong to the Alabama tribe. I could, since my genealogy supports membership, but I just don’t think of myself as Cherokee. And joining the tribe at the age of 32 seems a bit… well, uncomfortable.
Anyway, I just don’t think that a tattoo I get today would be wanted a year or two from now. If I thought I could settle on one and always want it, I’d get one. I just don’t think that’s likely.
At least, I have my plot goal. And it’s working! Bwa ha haaaa! 53 here I come!!!!!1!!!!11!!!
[Inspiration via Atomic Nerds.]