My sister Molly brings up a good point. Body art is addicting. I've spent quite a bit of money over the past three years just on ink. Her concern is not monetary in nature, but physical. Physical in that I keep getting more done every few months. She thinks that eventually I will cover myself beyond recall. My current plan is to have two full 1/2 sleeves, finish my right side and essentially cover my upper back. But what if I have a wonderful and inspired idea 6 months after all of that is done? How do I stop myself? I think the solution lies in my own taste. I do not like the idea of leg tattoos, I don't like full sleeves (covering down to the wrists is unsightly), and my physical build does not support chest or stomach art. I will never be fat, but I will never maintain a six pack either (except in my fridge). For some twisted reason (maybe I just like pain) I enjoy getting tattooed. Finishing the inside of my arm is going to be excruciating but I am actually looking forward to it.
I must admit a certain social reasoning as well. I like the image that tattoos give. It's not about being macho or more of a bad-ass, or trying to get in with the biker crowd. I like to tell stories, and my tattoos help me tell them. They're about my family and my Navy service and my heritage. I will always love and treasure my sisters so I will never regret my first tattoo. I will always be proud of my heritage and that I was in the Navy.
Besides that, they do just look freakin' awesome!!!
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