I’m not a fan of Valentine’s Day. I feel like it’s a superficial way to force couples to remember each other. And, somehow it seems like it’s all the man’s responsibility to do something to celebrate. Anyway, I prefer when the love flows naturally. We ignore the holiday by attending a fun filled food affair (can you tell I like alliterations?).
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. Continue reading “Why I’m a freak, reason #2”