In a week and a half, I will have my fifth appointment with my tattoo artist in as many months. Yes, I’m getting quite a bit of work done.
I got my first tattoo when I was about 30 or so, and then got four others over the next few years. I finally decided to tie them together in a common theme.
|Draft of Work to be Done|
After my third tattoo, my (then) best friend remarked, “You’re just going along with this fashion trend, which is going to be tired and over in a couple of years. It will be so passé.” In retrospect, he was wrong. I’ve yet to regret any of my skin art.
In proof of my fatherly influence, my son (upon turning 18 years-old) went immediately to the tattoo parlor and got a HUGE piece inked on his upper arm of a dragon wrapped around a sword. He had planned to follow that up with our last name tattooed across his upper back in Old English style lettering. I successfully convinced him not to go this gangsta route.
Having a large tattoo on my arm has presented a few challenges at work. Since I work in a fairly conservative corporate environment, I wear long-sleeved shirts almost exclusively. I only wear short-sleeved shirts if they cover down to my elbow.
I plan on getting a full sleeve tattoo on my left arm. My closest friend at work says at that point I should make sure to wear short-sleeved shirts as often as possible to show my anarchist nature (although, again, I wonder if tattoos are so nontraditional in today’s place and time. I see small ones on co-workers and other people in the company quite often).
Although I do like to buck the system, I mostly just like to be me everyday of my life. And that includes showing how I’ve decorated my body. I can live with that.