I know a lot of people who have tattoos. some even have many.
Some are very close to me- 2 of my kids+my partner have them- the above picture is the tattoo my son had in honor of our beloved dog, Sirius, who passed away a few months ago. (still brings tears to my eyes to write about him, he was a true friend.)
The thing is-
Growing up, I never thought of getting one, because only the perfectly cool people had tattoos.
In case you were wondering- I was never, am not- and will not be a cool person.
On the contrary, I might add.
I am a nerd who can’t understand the point of fashion trends, of wearing the “right clothes” , or the “right perfume”, going to the “right restaurant”, reading the “right books”, and generally looking and sounding “comme il faut”.
There were a few years- when I became “somewhat of a mini-boss” at work, that I made an effort to blend in, and spent quite a lot of money trying to fit in.
I went to the right gym, bought the right clothes, even got some jewelry, definitely the right perfume, went to “it” places- and the whole time felt like an outsider desperate to get back home, have a good shower, and read a book.
Finally- it dawned on me that this is a total waste of time and money, and I’d rather put this money aside so I can retire early and get out of the race.
So I did, and I can tell you this was one of my finest moments.
I now wear mostly workout clothes, wear no makeup, no perfume, eat my simple homemade vegan food, go to sleep early and wake up at the crack of dawn (sometimes before), see no reason to do what everybody else is doing, and after many many years of feeling misplaced- I feel right where I am supposed to be.
So why not get a tattoo now and celebrate that profound understanding?
Because I’ve reached a point in life where I can try to just relax.
I am about to celebrate 2 years of early retirement, and in spite of Covid, I find myself, for the first time in my life- actually having the freedom to decide what it is I want to do.
Don’t get all excited here-
I’m not dancing around the garden in a blue dress and straw hat picking cucumbers from a bush every day.
Yes- Disney movies affected me.
I have my bad days, I have horrible days, I have all kinds of days-
But it’s OK.
These are MY days to feel angry and frustrated at something esoteric.
And I finally understood that no tattoo will take those days away.
Put this self-empowering manifesto aside for a moment-
I think even if I were cool I wouldn’t get a tattoo-
Because tattoos are forever, and I haven’t even decided which music streamer I prefer-Youtube music or Spotify.
Enjoy- the cooliflower.
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