I’m not the tattoo kinda chic. Nothing personal, just not for me. First, I despise pain. So, needles sticking me doesn’t sound fun, no matter the result. Also, whose to say, the instruments are sanitized? I don’t want a staph infection and this could happen.
I know lots of people with tattoos. Well, not so much tattoos anymore because with skin shrinking or inflating the loved tatt is no longer loved. What once may have been a beautiful symbol is now anybody’s guess. Ink faded, skin stretched or sunken makes these not so pretty anymore. Very few still sport the memorial on skin the same as when it first showed.
Then, there are those with a name of a past infatuation stamped on their skin permanently, but that person has long been gone and now they are stuck with being reminded of someone they came to despise. The list goes on.
I will stick with a photo that I can view if wanted and if by some strange chance I decide to relieve them of friendship or love then I can just rip the photo up. Same thing, less headache.
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