Tattoos are everywhere these days. At least, it seems that they are everywhere, perhaps it’s just because I work in a bar and spend three days a week at college. Maybe it’s because I have several myself, that makes me more aware of them.
Tattoos are unusual things. Each one should be something personal to the person who wears it. I say should, because, if you’ve every been in to a tattoo parlor, you’ll have noticed that they have lots of designs that you can just walk in a choose from. If you choose a tattoo like this, then frankly, you deserve to bump in to somebody who has done exactly the same thing as you and picked the same design as you.
To those of us that have crafted their own designs, or had them made especially for you, you have a special bond with those tattoos. No doubt, when you look at them or think of them, you’ll be flooded of memories of where and when, what was going on in your life at the time. And if you truly have something special, then you’ll remember what it meant to you when you had it done.
The meanings of some tattoos are obvious: my soon-to-be-former brother-in-law has Britannia and his blood type on his arm. No prizes for guessing that he’s ex-army. If somebody has a Swastika on their forehead, chances are that, at the time they had it done, they aren’t a nice person.
Other tattoos are harder to work out. Perhaps you’d never work them out, and you need to be told what they’re all about.
I’m currently sat across from a young lady who has a tattoo on the inside of her wrist, it appears to the shadow of eight paths coming together, a bit like the crosses of St Piran and St Andrew, except, not the lines of the cross, but the areas between them. I have no idea what that’s all about. I’ll never know, as chances are, I’ll never see her again. I just hope that she doesn’t regret her choice when she’s older.
Will I regret my tattoos when I’m older? Honestly, I don’t know. Best case scenario, no because I’ll be of the same mindset then that I am now, or because they’ll all bring back memories of when I had them done. Worst case scenario is that I suffer a paradigm shift and suddenly I find myself as being somebody that is completely different then who I am now.
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