Both of my tattoos were spontaneous. I mean, I’d considered for a while whether or not to get tattoos, and what I’d get if I did, so it’s not like the decision to get tattoos itself was out of nowhere. But I hadn’t actually planned on anything solid. One day I had taken a trip to Seattle and on my return trip back home, I got off the ferry and happened to walk by a tattoo place. I decided to get them right then, that was definitely spontaneous.
I went in and saw a design on the wall that I liked, which could have custom text added, so I picked that for one arm. And for the other arm it was my own design, though it was just a kanji character.
Just imagine that handwritten. They did a pretty good job with that, the only problem is that the 6th stroke (toward the bottom of the left side) was angled wrong, so anyone who knows Japanese or Chinese and can read it might notice it’s a bit off. But it was close enough. It wasn’t a NO REGERTS thing luckily.
When I upgraded to realID my driver’s license had not expired yet. It was still valid and yet to get the RealID I still needed my birth certificate and my marriage license ( for the name change I guess) But when I got my passport 15 years ago they didn’t need to see my ml.
And it looks like I’m getting my order of filters after all. One rambling email from Jacques at superwater and another from UPS tracking shipment. And the $93 hit my cc. I just hope they’re the right ones needed for the whole house filter
For the second time now, I have received a communication from my apartment management that there have been complaints about noise coming from my apartment, between 2:00 and 4:30 a.m. I generally leave for work at about 9:30 p.m., and I never get home before 7:30 a.m. So who’s making this noise? And how are they getting into my apartment to do it?
I once had a neighbor who lived to my right call the cops with a noise complaint about me. Turns out the noisy neighbor was to my left. The noisy neighbor turned off his stereo when he saw the police car pull in.
So, the police knock on my door and tell me my neighbor called in a complaint about me. I asked the cops to come in to see that I did not own a stereo, so it couldn’t have been me. I was really pissed off.
Another neighbor came over and pointed out where the noise was coming from. The complaining neighbor realized I wasn’t the noise maker and tried to apologize, but I remained pissed off, yelling “FUCK YOU” at the guy over and over. We remained neighbors for another year. Any time I saw him outside I’d yell, “FUCK YOU” at him.
What does it say? I have one that is the Sanskrit word for impermanence. I got it when I was 20.
If I could painlessly remove it today, I would. Mostly because of all the fuss about cultural appropriation, also because strangers ask me about it, and I don’t really like talking about it. I got it to get through a very difficult period in my life.
What the fuck month is “JU”? I picked up some fairly costly fresh (not frozen) imported Italian ravioli. A casual glance at the package seemed to say that it expired July 4, which was fine with me and seemed reasonable – about one week in the future. But wait, what if it means “June 4”? Seems unlikely, but I’ll have to go back and check the other packages. June is supposed to be abbreviated “JN” and July “JL”. But “JU”? WTF?
Probably for the same reason that other product makers feel compelled to use expiry dates like 05/07/24. Great! It’s either good for another week, or it rotted two months ago!
I have some fairly bizarre ink. If a stranger asks me about any of my ink and I don’t feel like talking about it, I do not hesitate to say, “it’s personal” or “I’d rather not discuss it” or even “it’s none of your damn business”, depending on my mood and how they phrased the question.
One tattoo in particular involves a rubber ducky, a ship anchor, balloons (surreal I guess). At the base of the tattoo it says REFUSE. Now refuse can be pronounced two ways. If someone asks, why does it say refuse (first pronunciation) I automatically answer it doesn’t, it says refuse (second pronunciation). Or vice versa. Then I walk away.
My tattoos are there for me. I’ll discuss them with friends & lovers, but beyond that it can feel invasive.
Yeah, that’s Reason #2 that I don’t get a tattoo. I cherish any time to myself, and someone inserting themselves into my bubble angers me.
But displaying a tattoo is almost inviting people to ask about it. It’s a little like wearing a nametag, or a graphic t-shirt … or, for my sister, a charm bracelet. She walks around hoping strangers will ask about her charms… and she hopes that then they’ll chat about their families and hobbies. Which I would hate.
That’s one reason I got tattoos where I got them. There are people who’ve known me for a decade who have no idea I have them, because I never show them and rarely talk about them. And otherwise I dress very conservatively, at least in my professional life.
Almost the only time I talk about them is when the subject of tattoos comes up as they did in this thread. Then I usually only mention them and/or show them so that when I talk about tattoos, they’ll know I’m speaking with experience and not speculation.
I got my tattoo on my left wrist approximately where my wristwatch would be, for a reason. I can always cover it with a wristwatch. But there are times I’m not wearing it for some reason or it slips down and the tattoo is visible. So it’s not a perfect system.
I wanted to see mine, so they’re both on my left arm (upper and lower), very visible and colourful so definitely eye-catching. Im happy to talk about them, and as someone generally fairly reserved and quiet, there was something incredibly liberating about just putting this part of me out there. I wear boring clothes, don’t wear makeup, don’t style my hair beyond a ponytail or messy bun …so these definitely jump out.
I love them so much.
I’m a full blown professional adult (so they tell me) and I used to be worried about covering up, which is why I didn’t get one for so long. Now I just don’t care. My work stands for itself and has nothing to do with the ink in my skin. I was offered my current job (contract in hand) literally sight unseen, though I didn’t accept til after I’d met the team in person. I think I surprised them a little, but I only got compliments.
Funny because I got my “impermanence” tattoo when I was young and had just become a Buddhist. I died my hair purple too, and pierced my eyebrow. Why the hell not?
It was never an issue until I worked for a Jewish continued care retirement facility as a social work intern. Because there were so many Holocaust survivors, you could have no visible tattoos. Understandable, since a lot of these elderly people had a very tenuous grip on reality. Trauma and dementia are awful bedfellows.
I recently joined a Zen sangha, and I’ve noticed that all the clergy are completely tatted up. It’s the first time I’ve felt comfortable with my tattoo in a long time.
I don’t know and I really don’t care. My ire is because I am trying to do shit legally for a change and there are roadblocks in my way.
I hadn’t thought about New York. I was thinking about going back to Virginia just for the novelty of paying for weed with my cash back credit card, but Ohio is closer by an hour and I’m pretty lazy. Plus, I haven’t been to a dispensary in Ohio yet.
A. I’m awake. It’s 3:30 am and I’m awake because I ate too much. I drank some baking soda in warm water and it seems to be helping.
B. Chrome just said it won’t update anymore because my operating system is too old. I don’t want to replace my mid-2012 laptop just because Chrome won’t update. It has battery issues, so I know it’s on its way out.
The other annoyance is that Apple stopped making the 11" model in 2016. So I’ll end up with something which is bigger. No fun.
Yikes! I just realized that Monday is July 1! Which means two things:
Steve Bannon has to report to prison, and
The liquor stores are closed for Canada Day!
Guess which one I care about the most? Must venture out tomorrow, even if the place is crowded. The liquor store, I mean, not the prison. I don’t care if Bannon’s prison is crowded. I hope it is.
