A wise Kuya, who has a tattoo sleeve, once told me that it's alright to get a tattoo, just make sure you have an actual proper reason to get it. He said this in the context that tattoos were, and still are, often frowned upon. I've never been against getting one. Now, if only I knew what to actually get and my reason for doing so. But even if I knew either or both, I don't think I'd be able to do it. The commitment level is too high.
Like how I got this henna tattoo over the weekend, and I grew sick of it in like - a day? And it was a design I liked and picked out. So who's to say I won't hate what I've already permanently etched into my skin a day later? Except this time, it's not going to fade away.
I usually don't think of myself as fickle-minded or somebody who's afraid of commitment, especially for important things, but in retrospect, I haven't taken the leap for a long time now. It's always one toe in the water and ready to back away at any instant. (... And then, there comes moments like these when I feel like the version of self I have in my head is the me when I was 16 or 17, and I'm not even that person anymore.)
But maybe I'm just projecting. What do henna tattoos have to do with love and life and choices and whatnot anyways? (insert picture of Calvin asking his questions to the air/world/himself)
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