On tattoos.

I get a lot of questions and comments about my tattoos. From random strangers. And by that I mean a LOT. It kind of makes sense considering I have a lot. But there are times when I don’t want to leave the house without a long-sleeved shirt and pants because just by leaving the house in clothes that show my ink leaves me open to a world of questions from basically any person on the street.

Such as…

  1. Did that hurt? Yes. 
  2. How many do you have? I lost count.
  3. Which one hurt the most? Mostly on whether or not I had tequila prior.
  4. How much did that cost? It depends on both the shop and the artist. (And, yes, people ask me that.)
  5. So how much are in you for now? I lost count. (Let the guessing begin.)
  6. What made you decide to get tattoos? I don’t know. Why did you decide, total stranger, to ask me about it?
  7. How many more are you getting? I don’t know.
  8. Where do you go? Why? Are you planning on going there too?
  9. What do your parents think? Well, my dad passed away but I’m guessing he’d approve of the memorial I have in his honor. (Weird, right? I’m FORTYSOMETHING years old.)
  10. How long have you been getting tattooed? I was born this way. Go away.

And the list goes on.

Honestly, there are days when I LOVE talking about my tattoos. Especially with people who have a genuine interest and are interested in the art and culture of tattooing. Like today. I was getting out of the car in Jersey City and some guy yelled out “that’s a f*cking awesome butterfly” which actually made me jump because it was otherwise quite peaceful. I also forgot I have a (new!) butterfly on the back of my arm so it took a few seconds to register. Then he went on to say he has 28 and is addicted. And so forth and so on. Those moments, I’m cool with. Usually.

But then there are days when I think… what if I just started going up to everyone wearing striped shirts and started asking random questions.

Was it hard to button that up? How long did it take you to put it on? How much did it cost? How many striped shirts do you own? What made you decide to get a striped shirt? Where do you buy them? Your parents must be so proud.

Yeah. Maybe I’ll try that tomorrow. Because I have no idea where I was going with this post. In the meantime, go forth and be nice to people with tattoos. And, in fact, be kind to everyone. It’ll make the world a much better place.

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