I’ve always had a hard time understanding tattoos. Why would a constantly changing person tattoo something that permanently sets them at a particular time a place? I’m not writing this to insult people who wear them. I guess I am set in my ways. I’ve thought about getting one but what do I have to say? My ideas are transient, my children are grown and live far away, I don’t like to be held down to things that supposedly define me. Some of the artwork is truly beautiful, especially the colored ones, but it’s still not me, besides I have enough pain in my life.
When I was in high school, in the town I lived in, there was an old, big chested woman who everyone said had a tattoo of a ship on her chest. Everyone joked that the ship was sinking. That stuck in my mind. I thought about all those tattoos that got stretched when people gained weight, or became wrinkled when the opposite occurred. I thought about lines blurring into others and everything became a blob. And I thought about tattoos that no longer fit, or weren’t politically correct, and the scarring which was painful when removing tattoos that no longer fit into their lives.
Needless to say, I might be a spineless, too flexible person, but I have a hard ime wrapping my mind around tattoos.