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| My almost mistake |
Ok, it’s confession
time. I am a clean skin. Despite spending many hours weighing up the merits of
Chinese characters vs an Ank – the Egyptian symbol of eternal life – I have
never found anything I was committed enough to, to get it tattooed on my body.
Part of my reluctance also has to do with the fact I spend months mulling over
an image or phrase, only to see it start appearing on bodies everywhere just as
I’m about the take the plunge. It happened with the Ank. I was studying Ancient
Egyptian history and saw tattooing an Ank in the middle of my lower back as the
best way to mark the end of the HSC and the beginning of the life I’d send 18
years dreaming about stating. Thankfully the thought of the pain slowed my decision,
saving me from looking like every tragic ‘trendsetter’ who soon jumped on that
bandwagon.
Fast forward a few
years and my fascination with acupuncture and all things herbal medicine
related led to the idea o f getting several Chinese characters on my foot.
Again, I spent months trying to convince myself I’d still love the tat at 40, and
the pain would be worth it, and it happens again. Chinese characters suddenly
become the hottest thing in town.
The final time came
recently when popstars and Hollywood hotties stole my idea of tattooing a phase
on my rib cage. I say final time, because I am done. After what would have been
three disastrous tattoos I’ve decided to stay a clean skin. No chance of humiliation
that way.
I was recounting this
story to some friends over dinner tonight. I suggested I may be ahead of my
time, because it seems I come up with these ideas, then the world gets on
board. “You are a bogan trend setter,” one of my friends hilariously suggested.
Cue mortification. OMG, I am, oh the shame. The only thing separating me from
the bogan is that I’m too chicken to actually get the ink. Today I am ever so
grateful for being a wimp.
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