I have been giving some consideration today to this post from Rainwolfkin on the subject of body modification.
She updated her journal before I got around to replying on the topic so I'll post my thoughts here instead.
I first decided I wanted a tattoo when I was about fourteen years old. My reasons are lost to me now and were probably completely banal anyway. Perhaps it had something to do with finding I didnt quite fit in at an English high school. I'd been away in Australia for a while and even though I knew people in high school from our time together as youngsters, the world seemed to have moved on while I was away. I had become an outsider and maybe that's why tattoos initially appealed.
Anyway, time went on and I hit 18. Still the class geek. So on the day of my 18th birthday I went out and got my first tattoo. From then on it became something of a birthday treat to myself. I had my second one on my 21st and my third on my 23rd, the year I graduated university.
My piercings were a little harder to pin down, until this evening when I did a little mental calculation of where I was in my life when I had one done and it occured to me that, with the exception of my ears, all my piercings have been done shortly after I've ended a relationship or lost a friendship that was important to me. They have always occured when I've been at my lowest point but I dont think I have had them done because I'm depressed. I see them more as a way to renew myself, to in some way make myself different from the person I was the day before when things seemed so bad. Some people get a new haircut, or buy a new wardrobe of clothes to make themselves feel good again. I get skewered.
It's like the sun coming out from behind a cloud.
She updated her journal before I got around to replying on the topic so I'll post my thoughts here instead.
I first decided I wanted a tattoo when I was about fourteen years old. My reasons are lost to me now and were probably completely banal anyway. Perhaps it had something to do with finding I didnt quite fit in at an English high school. I'd been away in Australia for a while and even though I knew people in high school from our time together as youngsters, the world seemed to have moved on while I was away. I had become an outsider and maybe that's why tattoos initially appealed.
Anyway, time went on and I hit 18. Still the class geek. So on the day of my 18th birthday I went out and got my first tattoo. From then on it became something of a birthday treat to myself. I had my second one on my 21st and my third on my 23rd, the year I graduated university.
My piercings were a little harder to pin down, until this evening when I did a little mental calculation of where I was in my life when I had one done and it occured to me that, with the exception of my ears, all my piercings have been done shortly after I've ended a relationship or lost a friendship that was important to me. They have always occured when I've been at my lowest point but I dont think I have had them done because I'm depressed. I see them more as a way to renew myself, to in some way make myself different from the person I was the day before when things seemed so bad. Some people get a new haircut, or buy a new wardrobe of clothes to make themselves feel good again. I get skewered.
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scuse spelling, thursday nights turned into vodka in my pyjamas night
anyway, we could kiss each others arses all night but... no wait... do you have any plans
you know what emoticon they need? like a dirty old man one, shifty eyebrows