Some may call it a mid-life crisis, but I call it divine inspiration. I want to get a tattoo at the ripe old age of 45. I've never been opposed to tattoos, but I'm afraid of the pain and I've never found the image that I want to permanently etch on my body.
But recent events have made me change my mind. First, I had a brilliant idea. I'm going to ask my real father to draw me up a tattoo -- just as soon as i choose a concept. He's an artist, and I think THAT would be the coolest thing ever. Second, I found a tattoo artist who does very good work. Third, I'm at a place in my life where having a tattoo hidden on my body wouldn't prevent me from being employed. As a matter of fact, in these times, a tattoo would make me even hipper and cooler to the kids.
Only problem is I'm afraid of the droopy, saggy skin that happens with age. I don't want some gross-looking thing on my body in 20 years -- if I'm so lucky to live that long. So, if I place said tatt on my ankle, maybe it will not stretch. Maybe I could brand myself with an image that is meaningful and beautiful and unique.
Now, I think I'll call Rachmo and discuss the pain factor. She's my former student, my twin separated by 20 years, who has a majority of her body covered in tattoos and piercings. I mean, is it little bee stings or is it oh-my-god-that-hurts? This could be the deal breaker, as I'm a colossal wimp; albeit a wimp with a dream.
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