I’m deathly afraid of needles. To the extent that I will prefer quarantine verses getting a shot if I get ill. Nope. And I won’t donate blood…so unless you’re family and literally dying, I won’t give you a pint!
However, I’ll get a tattoo. “But that’s with a needle”, you say. Yes, but have you seen the difference between one of those blood-sucking, life-draining needles and a tattoo needle?? There’s a difference And if there isn’t, I still think there is so don’t argue.
So I’ve had an idea in my head for quite a long time…years in fact. It’s a quote from Mary Baker Eddy. I grew up in Christian Science and this particular quote made an extreme impact on my life and how I want to live. The quote is ‘and Love is reflected in love.’, with the capitalized Love representing God (although I prefer a higher understanding). And I’ve decided that I want this way-of-life quote on my body forever. And ever. Sorry mom.
My cousin, Anna and I went to Empire Tattoo today. She wanted a tattoo that represented her heritage (she’s Mexican-American) and I wanted mine (I’m American-American). I wouldn’t get my tattoo by myself…I’m a wuss. She got five veggies on her arm (yes, I know a tomato is a fruit), that make up her delicious Mexican salsa: tomato, onion, jalepeno, bell pepper, and cilantro
yuck. I like 4/5 of her tattoo :) And she went first, so I had all the opportunity to see her pain level and decide if mine was worth it. Turns out it was. Still hurt, though. And I still hate needles.
It’s true: tattoos are addicting. I’m going back for more :) Again, sorry mom.