Tale of the Tattoo addict

I got another tattoo on Saturday. This one was not so good. It was not good at all. I don't know what it is about things that happen to me, they never turn out right. I bet you some other person would pick the same design, use the same tattooist and their design would turn out great, But me, not at all.

On Thursday I was in a shitty mood. Very shitty. I needed something to make my mood better so I tried to get the day off on Good Friday but I was too late. My shitty mood was brought about by so many things, I miss life when it's fun, I miss the sun, since it rarely shows up. I miss life without rules. I miss spontaneous life, where you can just get up and do something, I miss life without routune. I needed something exciting. So my mind went back to that one day last month when I got the tattoo. How good it felt, mostly because it turned out great and just the sheer elation from having it turn out awesome. That's what I missed. So in an effort to recapture that I bumped into this tattoo parlor that had just opened and I thought it would be a good idea. Not so much.

First thing on Saturday right after the allergy headache, I got dressed, took my sample design and wham, went to the tattoo parlor. Let's spend a Saturday afternoon at the tattoo parlor, isn't that fun? You can see how easy it is to get used to this. It's like going to buy a piece of art, and I love art.

So I sat through another tattoo session that didn't turn out well, that will cause me to have to sit through another one just to fix it. And after my tattoo escapades, what can I report? Most tattooists don't use their imagination. If I tell you this is what I want, you expand upon that, build on it and make it the best fucking image, star, bird, cross, angel, whatever, this side of the world. Do not literally follow my design and just give me the blueprint version, give me the awesome blueprint version, use your imagination...that's where the artist bit comes in. Doesn't it?

Oh, I am just so pissed.

This is literally what I get when I try to add some excitement into my Easter. In the span of 40 days I have gotten 3 tattoos, visited at least a dozen artists, and still only have one awesome tattoo done by an artist I may never see again. Coupled with the fact that it is not the cheapest of hobbies. So when they do it once they need to get it right that one time.

So I am going to back away from the needle and the constant search for relief through a needle. Today I spent 2 hours at the gym, let's work on getting the endorphins another way.

Maybe this would work or maybe the next time you meet me I may be covered in tattoos.