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I had an epiphany about why I love tattoos today. I stopped into ye olde coffee shop to pick uppa cuppa joe before I went to go and catch a matinee with a friend of mine--the new Indy movie, if you are interested go for a matinee or bargain night don't spend the ten fifty or whatever it costs at full price. I ran into the guy who did my first tattoo and we had a great little conversation. And it hit me that when you get a tattoo you are sharing this incredibly intimate moment with someone and it changes the way you interact with them forever.

In my case, it's a brilliant relationship. We both like European football, we have other similar interests and we learned about them while he was stabbing me in the shoulder over and over and over again with tiny needles to draw a piece of art work. I wouldn't change it for the world.

Now, as a contrast, the kid that sold me my coffee and I have absolutely nothing to say to each other except possibly, me asking for a cup of coffee and him telling me the price. Sometimes it makes me sad--but that isn't quite the right word--because we don't have this connection and I see the kid literally everyday on my way to work.

I started thinking about this encounter during the movie and I realized that I think I would be happier, in general terms of course, if I felt like I was more fully vested in the relationships that I have with people. Or if maybe it would make a difference at all.

What I am reading right now: Love in the Time of Cholera Gabriel Garcia Marquez
What I am listening to: The Brunettes' Mars Loves Venuse