Tatel

Today I am going to Camden to a place called evil from the needle to get my first tattoo done. I guess that for the rest of the humanity is a normal thing but in my case it is a huge deal. So you can imagine, I haven’t sleep, I am nervous, the typical effects that a tattoo can provoke in a perfectionist person.

It is weird how we change our mind so quickly…a couple of years ago I was swearing up and down that I will never get a tattoo and here I am…already thinking in another tattoo.

A couple of friends had told me that is a really bad idea and that I will regret it all my life. Their first argument is that someday I am going to be old and it won’t look so nice, and their second argument is that I will get bored of seeing it everyday but I think I see a lot of things everyday and I don’t get bored, I see my body and things on me that I don’t like but I have just decided to integrated in my daily life so I guess that is the best option with the tattoo, realize that is part of you (what a new discovery!!!).

In one way I am getting this tattoo to teach myself. I have to accept myself with a mark and realize that even though I have that mark everything is ok…it is no the end of the world (I tend to over react and be a little bit a drama queen).
And it is also to make myself accept things and not get bored of them so quickly.

Now that I have re-read this post I realize that is just a matter of accepting things, and i wonder ¿ Am I living in constant denial?