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Well, originally I promised myself that I would blog every day. However I have fallen in love. The name of my beloved? Guitar Hero.
I can't explain exactly why this game is so addictive. It just is.
Anyway, I already had a topic picked out a while ago for my next blog, so I'm going to go with that one.
For my birthday, my older brother paid for me to get a new tattoo. A tattoo that I had been agonising over for months because I wanted it to be exactly right. And to be honest, I wish I had never had to get it done. By "had to get it done" I mean that I had been planning to get this tattoo after a certain event occured, and I wish the event hadn't occured.
The tatto I got for my birthday [21st, by the way] was the name "Chloe" on my inner left wrist. Chlow was a himalayan persian cat that I got for my 5th birthday, when she was just a kitten. She was my best friend for as long as I can remember. My family moved around a lot, so I never had many friends because I was constantly changing schools. I have no lasting friends from school like a lot of people do. But Chloe was always there.
She would wait by the door for me to get home, she followed me around at the ankle while I was at home [yes, she even accompanied me to the bathroom] and she slept on my pillow, occasionally wrapped around my left arm. If I accidently closed her out of my room at night, she would cry and scratch at the door until I let her in.
In late September I came home from work and found she had had a stroke or several. I laid on the couch with her on my stomach, and she couldn't sit up without falling over to her left. I knew that was it and I didn't want to take her to a vet and have her die on a cold table. She probably wouldn't have made it that far anyway.
I sat up and cradled her like I used to do when I first got her and she started to seize due to not being able to breathe and then she just fell limp. Right there in my lap. My best friend in the entire world was gone and my world fell apart. She only missed her 16th birthday by 2 weeks.
Now, this isn't the actual topic I was going to post about but the backstory is very important. I think it is plainly obvious why I chose that particular tattoo. And why it is so important to me that I have it. I have a permanant reminder of all the happiness she brought to me.
I don't take tattoos very lightly.
Now, when I went in to get my tattoo done there were two forty-something women in before me. While sitting around and waiting one of the ladies asked what I was having done. So I showed her the print out. She asked who Chloe was, and so I told her. And she laughed at me. So utterly disrespectful that I got very, very angry.
At this point, her friend came out going on about how the tattoo she was going to get was too big and she wanted it to be smaller. The tattoo was about the size of a 10c piece. The tattoo artist was trying to tell her that any smaller and it would be too hard to do and it would look distorted. She had a huge whinge and then went and did it.
When I was called in to have mine done, I was with another artist and we were having a chat about the two women. Apparently they had been in the studio for a few hours deciding and changing their minds on what they wanted to get off the wall.
I get absolutely furious when people walk into a tattoo studio on the day they are having their tattoo done, pick something off the wall and say "I'll have that". Especially if they change their minds several times before actually getting the tattoo. I don't think these people realise that what they get will be on their body for the rest of their lives. If you've been changing your mind about what you want every 10 minutes for a few hours, there is no way you're going to like what you got tomorrow. That shit is permanant.
Halfway through my tattoo one of the ladies came back in because she had decided on a whim that she simply must get her nose pierced too. I wanted to slam my head into a wall. At least you can take a piercing out.
So not only was she disrespectful to me, she was disrespectful to her own body and the art of tattooing.
But, in times like these I just have to say "It's your body love, fuck it up if you want to, it's no skin off my nose".
I hate people.