Tattoos

Girls, please, listen to me. For just a second. Please. You're killing me with the tattoos. Since when did getting a tattoo become like getting a set of lungs: gotta start with two? When did become the standard? Years ago it was the tiny nose ring stud. EVERY girl had one (especially at ZooMass), but it was college, hey, rebel against society, your parents, it's the happy valley, NIN, I'm from Beverly (don't hold it against me...or my angst)...
It's ink, now, people. The difference is that now it's a bit more permanent. What's fucked up is that you HAVE to live up to it now. You must become and never deviate from the person in the moment that you were when you went under the needle. And you may be nowhere close to that person now, but you're shackled by that image that you had burned into your skin. If you did time...Okay. If you were in a war...Okay. Those are times that need permanent markings. But the small of the back (okay, mostly I think it's sexy, but don't you understand that it's only for right now! Not when you're forty and at the bar! But it will still be there, don't you get it? For fuck's sake!), but the ankle/back of the neck/ side of the torso, etc... have a little vision, foresight, is all I'm saying. Strangers will see your ink and immediately form opinions about you, not all of them good. You can say that you don't care about that, you don't care what people think. The only opinions that matter are the ones of the people that know you. Well, you know what, you trend-follower, (but still intense and hardcore because you went under the needle), THEY ALREADY KNOW YOU! If they are your friends you don't have to prove anything to them. God, is this nursery school? Do I have to explain everything? I'm a friggin' dummy, a dummy people! And yet this is as common sense as it gets...And I'm in the minority!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You got me going. And I'm sorry. I love you. I do. Don't get that tattoo. Please. For the love of God,...