So I’m sitting on a river’s edge at a family reunion. Just about everyone I look at is tattooed. Most I see I can’t read or are a picture of something I cannot figure out what I’m looking at. Some I can figure out are a picture of the stupidest things. I just don’t get it.
So I’m sitting on a river’s edge at a family reunion. Just about everyone I look at is tattooed. Most I see I can’t read or are a picture of something I cannot figure out what I’m looking at. Some I can figure out are a picture of the stupidest things. I just don’t get it.
Tattoo's years ago were meant to make a statement. Now everyone has them and it is mainstream. If I want to make a statement while disfiguring my body I am going to do something original like use a soldering iron or something.
I don’t understand them at all - and yet am continually amazed at the number of people that have them. And like you said most of them don’t have any meaning that I can figure out
Do what you’d like to your own body but I also wonder what most people think about their tattoos when they are old
Got a few when I was young, but they can't be seen unless I go shirtless. If I could do it over I'd never have gotten any. Feels like somebody running a sewing machine over the same spot for an hour, and I actually paid for this. Pretty foolish to me now
I don't get it either. My Dad had a tattoo on his arm of the ship he was stationed on during WW2, as Dad aged the battleship turned into a canoe looking thing.
As a doctor friend of mine said when the tat craze had started “Lots of these girls getting a butterfly tattooed on their butt at 20 are going to have Big Bird at 60”.
Colossians 3:17 (New King James Version) "And whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him."
Tattoos are as foreign to me as body piercings...they beg the question, why? That said, I saw one many years ago, before they became a popular 'thing'. This 60-ish able bodied seaman/ rigger had a full rigged Pacific lumber steam schooner on his chest, the Wapama later re-named the Tongass...'twas a thing of history and executed flawlessly. Like a lot of wire rope riggers, he had the upper body musculature of a champion weightlifter and the tattoo that just hollered, 'been there, done that'. He claimed to have served his apprenticeship aboard her on the Alaska run during the depression.
Well this is a fine pickle we're in, should'a listened to Joe McCarthy and George Orwell I guess.
I don't see the fascination with them, but to each their own. I will say that I have to shake my head at the people who I see asking for advice on what to get for their next tattoo as if it's as casual a thing as choosing between fast food restaurants for supper.