I think I need to post this for the one or two friends that do drop by this from time to time explained properly here
Certain common myths that the poster explains later include the "You just haven't met the right guy". If I had a quid for every time I've been told this, I could pay for my driving lessons, university education and quite possibly pay off a mortgage.
I'm not "saving myself" as I have informed most so that I am not roped into some long discussion where I will be disbelieved. I just don't want it. I'm not trying to keep myself pure so that when I actually do get married it will be "special". I am fully prepared and in favor of an entire life without. Don't assume that my lack of interest translates to "waiting for the right person" or some other excuse.
There we go, I've found myself.The Levellers - Men-an-Tol - "It's there to find if you've got the mind and you don't live in fear of it."
Well, I finally got around to getting inked as planned yesterday. Met Dan that morning in Salisbury and we sat and chilled with an epic Starbucks frapp - I mean seriously epic, mochachoca something or other, truly truly epic and impossible to finish (the kind of coffee that sends mere mortals into insulin shock) - before heading over to The Sharp Practice for my appointment and to meet Jac.
The Sharp Practice itself is a shop that me and my sister always stop by whenever we're in Salisbury, nice little alternative place, even though it is more often than not filled with a bunch of emo kids - typical skinny jeans, chunky belts and ridiculous haircuts, oh dear. Out back, is the tattoo bit, almost a separate shop with the usual racks of tattoo designs mounted on every available wall space. I gave them my design that was then scanned in and turned to a test transfer before I was led in to a small sideroom.
Sat down in a chair that looked all too suspiciously dentist chair-like, Mal, the guy I got inked by (known for specialising in massive, intricate and colourful Japanese designs - his work is incredible) placed the transfer, checked it with me and then prepped the ink into tiny little pots. This point is the true point of no return, and bloody hell, do you know it!
The transfer is set, the tattoo artist prepares the gun (giving it a couple of revs that have this brilliant way of making your stomach knot that bit more) and then the gun hit my skin, I was a bit disappointed. Not trying to sound hopelessly brave, but I did spend the entire 20 minutes wondering where this agonising pain was supposed to come in.
Quite fun to watch actually. Probably would have been worse if the needle movement was visible to the human eye. I was grinning like an idiot apparently. Gotta love endorphins, must get tattooed more often.
The rest of the day was chilled and it was the kind of day that you long for. The atmosphere between you and other folk is perfect and chilling with them is the best thing in the world. Budweiser and king prawns at Wetherspoons with Jac and Dan, followed by wandering about Salisbury, chilling in the cathedral grounds, ice cream and then a very random cinema trip with some of the drama lot. Incredible.
And just to gross you guys out and make those of you thinking about getting a tat think very seriously, this is the tattoo about an hour after inking :-)
"Look on it that you know how much it hurts not to be loved, and it makes being loved all the better for knowing what life was like without it." - David Clarke
