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Deviled Hen
Circle_One said:Truthfully, no, none of that has ever concerned me, nor has the "job" thing. You know, the whole, "how will you ever get a job looking like that?" outlook of some people.
Oh yeah, I know what you mean. The office job I worked in last, it might've made a difference, but that was years ago anyway, and times have changed.
I live for now, not for later. I do what makes me happy now because now is where I am in life. When I get to later, that's when I'll start worrying about it.. understand my ramblings?
As for the bad tattoos. Oh boy, have I seen my fair share. I've got quite a few friends in the inking business, one of my best friends, in fact, is a tattoo artist, so I've seen WAY too many bad tattoos done that he's had to cover over.
To avoid this, you just have to make sure you know your artist (not know him/her in the personal sense, necessarily, but know of him). Word of mouth is always a good way to find good artists, but you should always make sure to ask to see someone's portfolio before letting anyone tattoo you. If they don't have a portfolio, that's a surefire sign for you to go somewhere else, haha.
That's what I understood from the contractor who redid my kitchen a couple of years ago. He has some *fantastic* tattoos. All Chinese dragon/martial arts inspired ones, because he's a serious student of martial arts (and is just beginning acupuncture as well). He's also the best cabinetry maker I've seen in many years. What a talented guy, and nice too.
But I agree. I love tattoos. Not only on myself, but also on other people. I love looking at tattoos and I'm sure I've annoyed more than a few people when I randomly walk up to them at a club and start touching their arms or necks or where ever they have their tattoos, hahaha.
Yeah, that would be a little disconcerting! I'd be a little careful with that. Some people like me, when we grew up, if someone touched you it meant you were in for seriously bodily harm. I'd deck you first and apologize later, I'm afraid. My husband's even worse. It's just instinct at this point. If you stop to think, you're already dead.
Well, things have calmed down a bit since then, thankfully.
If I were younger, I might consider getting my navel pierced. Ah, but they wrecked it when they did the laparoscopic hysterectomy. Sheesh...male doctors, wouldn't you know it!