I never thought I would want a tattoo. I don’t mind needles (not that I go seeking them out either…just to clarify) and I have seen tattoos on other people that I admire. Mainly my hesitation was because I never had anything that I wanted to have on my body for, well, forever. It is a daunting proposition, like having to pick out at age 10 what you will wear every day for the rest of your life. Like basically everyone in existence, I can honestly say that my tastes have changed a lot over the past decade or two. I wouldn’t want to be stuck having a tattoo that is the equivalent of that checkered, shoulder-pad-laden jumpsuit that I wore for my 4th birthday party. Who knows what I will be like in another decade (or four)? Lately though I have been considering taking the plunge. There is a Shakespeare quote that appears in Virginia Woolf’s Mrs. Dalloway that has always been a source of comfort for me. “Fear no more the heat o’ the sun/nor the furious winter’s rages.”
But then I think about that damn jumpsuit. Any words of advice out there? For those with tattoos, what made you decide to go through with it?