I’m showing my age in this post. It will not win me any fans.
Yesterday at the grocery store the young man who checked my groceries out had tattoos on both arms from elbow to wrist and face and ear piercings in more places than I would have thought possible.
He was a nice, personable young man. He provided good customer service. I enjoyed the transaction. Still, I couldn’t get past his tattoos and piercings.
I hate tattoos.
Anywhere on the body.
I hate piercings.
Anywhere on the body except the ears.
I like pierced ears, on both women and men.
I even like multiple ear piercings, although I’m told it’s not good to have piercings in the cartilage, as some people do.
I pierced my own ears, with an ice cube, a cork, and a needle, when I was in college. OUCH!! The holes came out uneven. I’m considering having them redone professionally.
Back to Tattoos: I do have a few friends with tattoos, but I like them, anyway. (The friends, not the tattoos.)
Unlike my friends with their one or two tattoos, people these days get their arms, legs, and other body parts totally tattooed.
I think the only people who should wear tattoos are Polynesians. Polynesians look good in their tattoos. Their tattoos have class.
As for all the non-Polynesians with their totally-tattooed body parts, I want to ask:
What about your body made you think it would look better with tattoos?
When you’re old and your skin has turned to crepe paper and your tattoos are sagging into your wrinkles, will you still be glad you have them? Or will you wish you had never done them?
Back to Piercings: Why do you like to adorn your eyebrows, nose, lips, tongue, nipples, belly button, whatever, with studs and rings and whatever?
When you’re 80 years old, will you still enjoy having those studs and rings in your tongue and your lips and your nose and all those other body parts?
Peace and joy to all tattooers and piercers anyway,
Thanks for reading my post.