Unlike you, I’m okay with wearing my pain for everyone to see
April 6, 2010 § 2 Comments
Laugh if you will, but getting a tattoo makes me feel like I’m part of some primordial ritual only a few are invited to join. While you sit there enduring unimaginable pain for at least 4 hours, you feel like you’re going through a rite of passage, a cleansing if you will, and come out of it more whole, ready to take on anything. And so, I get a tattoo for every major event in my life. I even got one when I left for the Sand Globe. This year, I found it fitting to get one for leaving the Sand Globe. It was only fitting, too, that this would be my largest and most painful tattoo. You see, this time around, I feel like I’m making a mature decision for once. One where I not only considered my needs but also those of the people who depend on me. And it’s only right. I think it’s about time I grow up, no matter how painful that transition could be and no matter how many times I pray for an anesthetic to numb the pain.