Revisit Past Dramas
Inked3/26/2016 I remember when I was about 4, my dad's tattoo fascinated me so much I wanted one myself. I can't remember how many times I asked him how much and who did his ink so I can do it too. Fast forward to many years ahead, I have been going back and forth on whether I really should get a tattoo. My vain self doesn't want one because, it would ruin my clear skin. While my other self wants one out of jealousy of my dad's tat.
That was how I spent the months leading to when I gt inked, going back and forth on whether I should get one, thinking of what design I should get, and where should I place it. I have been randomly doodling when I found myself forming the design, which was supposed to be my watermark for whatever. I was trying to put my initials together then enclosing it in a heart shape. It just didn't loo right so I tried enclosing it in an oval. The rune like effect of it pleased me so I practiced until I was satisfied with my consistency in drawing it. As for the placement, it was actually those times when I became obsessed with wearing camis. I've always imagined seeing my still non-existent tattoo somewhere behind my back, just peeking though a little bit through the thin straps. I was supposed to get inked the day I turned legal, but the tattoo shop recommended to me forgot that I had an appointment with them. So I thought maybe it just wasn't meant to be. Of course, it doesn't work like that for me. What I want I will get even if it takes years for me to get it. So I went to this tattoo convention sometime September, thinking i'll just pop in see if I can find a studio somewhere near where I work for convenience. Still, I ended up getting inked right than and there, missing my chance to see the Maria Ozawa in the flesh. The experience was definitely crazy, there I was on the chair, not breathing in anticipation of the pain associated with getting inked, and at the same reminding myself to breathe because I heard breathing eases pain. I was also not trying to move too much because any mistake is, well, irreversible. It was fine though, like it literally felt like a hundred tiny red ants were biting me all at the same time. After the session I thought, my facials were definitely worse than this. I was so proud of that moment that I of course, wanna do it again. But in a few more years. I don't know why but after that moment I now felt like i'm a badass bitch. It was an experience definitely worth the wait.
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