I got a new tattoo on Saturday.
It snowballed very quickly from "I think I'd like to get a cross inside my left wrist someday" to a 5:30 appointment at the shop.
Someone asked me if I like the pain. My instinct is to say no, I don't like the pain - and oh boy was there pain, much more than my first tattoo, but I didn't grit my teeth or cry or anything, just sat calmly and watched the needle dig into my skin - but I can't deny that I get a euphoric feeling from the experience that may be attributed as much to the process as the product.
When I go for a tattoo, I go in with only the vaguest idea of what I'm getting. I don't want to print a picture off the internet and pay someone to scratch it into my skin. I want an artist to take my idea and make it concrete, and then take the design that was done for me and make it a part of me. There's an unmistakable bond there - when someone's vision becomes a part of someone else's body.
I'm already looking forward to my next one.
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