Dark Orchid, heh … still a freak with the font color …
… but I’m also a freak because I like to be different. Never liked following the crowd, not even under peer pressure as a teenager.
At one time I wanted a tattoo really bad, but I couldn’t make up my mind where and what type of art. Plus, the permanence put me off a bit. I mean, a tattoo is decorative, like earrings. Would I want to wear the same earrings for the rest of my life? I figured I’d get bored with the same art day after day. Yet, a tattoo could be the one rebellious thing I ever did in my life.
Nowadays, it seems like just about everyone has a tattoo. It’s not rebellious or different at all anymore. I’m thinking maybe the way to be different, is by NOT getting a tattoo.
This isn’t something new for me. I’ve always bucked the trends. Well, almost always. I did wear bell bottoms and platforms at one time (as but a mere child). However, I never did anything I didn’t want to do just because “everyone else was doing it.”
For example, I did love rock and roll and still do. At my first concert, as a teenager, someone shoved a joint in my face. This was new to me, and I shook my head, “No thanks.”
“Aww, come on, you’re gonna try it eventually. Why not get it over-with now?” the cute, brown-eyed boy coaxed.
“You know what, Bill? Just because you told me what I’m ‘gonna do,’ I’ll never touch the stuff.”
Now, I didn’t know if I ever would try it or not, but I absolutely hated when someone told me what to do. I still hate it today.
What’s wrong with people being different and being proud of their differences? I find that’s what makes life exciting … learning about our differences. Educate me about your culture, your traditions, your quirkiness. It’s fun!
As a teenager when I turned down the joint, the kids immediately branded me the “goody-goody.” You know what, I wasn’t ashamed of it … I was proud! It didn’t have to do with self-righteousness, but rather, I didn’t conform or bend to being like everyone else. How could anyone say they are rebelling and expressing their individuality, when they’re doing what everyone else is doing? As far as I’m concerned, I’m the one who was the rebel! I didn’t lose my friends; they just teased me about it on occasion, but I liked it because people noticed me.
I didn’t mean to get on a soapbox. This all just occurred to me over the weekend as I waited at a restaurant for a table. Looking around at the others waiting with me, they all had tattoos, except for the children. However, I did see a four-year-old little girl in stiletto heels and skinny jeans. I’m not kidding either, I really witnessed the tragic sight.
Oh well, even if I wanted to break out of my goody-goody shell, turns out, a tattoo isn’t the way to go. How ’bout I dye my hair the color of these fonts?