Wash, Rinse, Repeat
I like tattoos. Im not a tattoo junkie. I do not case out tattoo parlors and artists to ink up my next piece. I don’t watch tattoo shows or subscribe to tattoo magazines or websites. I have 5 tattoos that I have gotten over the years and can happily say that I don’t regret any of them.
I know and see people who have tattoo sleeves that cover their arms and some that have them up to their necklines. I don’t judge them or assume anything about them. Tattoos are a choice.
I also know and have seen and have had conversations with “tattoo people” who take it too far…. In my opinion, that is. The conversations that take place are not anything out of the ordinary. Sports, family, life in general are typical topics. Whatever the topic is I usually have only one thought that goes through my mind. It clouds out everything around me. I hear nothing said until I practically yell in shock one simple statement….
“You have a tattoo…. On YOUR FACE?!?!”
I have always reserved the right to wear a face tattoo at specific places.
1- sporting events
2- children’s parties
3- carnivals….with children
4- Mike Tyson social
5- while visiting the indigenous Ainu
Tribe in Japan
I’m all for being noticed. It’s part of our culture to want to stand out as individuals but…
ON YOUR FACE?
I seriously want to pull a trick my Mom always pulled me when I had something on my face that wasn’t supposed to be there. You know the one, she had to have learned it in Mom Squad 101…
Spit on a handkerchief and proceed to man handle the tattooed face to attempt to wipe off said tattoo.
Nothing says I didn’t get enough positive encouragement as a child than a well placed face tattoo. I like my face. I didn’t have the perfect childhood. I don’t know many that did.
There are ways to face the troubles of your past without defacing your face for the future.