Plum blossoms bloom where they are planted, and in a way, I think I'm very similar.
For years people have been trying to persuade me to get a tattoo, and for years I've thought about it and concluded that I would not get one.
Today, however, I changed my mind.
After spending a quiet day at the beach, reflecting on my life, where I've been, where I am going and what steps I need to get there, I packed up my towels in search of a place to get inked.
I was fortunate enough to walk in, speak with the artist and be promptly seated on the table. I told him that I didn't want to leave without a tattoo, because I feared this was the only time I'd bend my previously unwavering stance on tattooing my body.
I must have been visibly nervous because he asked me why it was so. I said, "I don't want it to hurt." He sort of chuckled and said, "It's going to hurt."
My eyes widened and he said, "Don't worry, if it hurt that bad I wouldn't have both of my feet done."
I explained that I knew it was going to hurt a bit, but I didn't want it to hurt so bad that I would kick him in the face.
He said, "Don't kick me in the face."
He was very shy and serious, and that combined with my nerves made me laugh.
I said, "People are going to be shocked that I did this."
He said, "I'm a little shocked right now that you are."
That also made me laugh.
Finally, he started getting the needles and the colors ready and I asked him to explain what he'd be doing. I learned:
When I am nervous, I am stupid.
I said, "So how does this work? You scrape the pattern on with the needle and then fill in the color?"
He was confused as to why I thought there'd be scraping. Luckily, there wasn't any. ;)
What I can tell you is this:
1. It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. I was more annoying than hurting. However-
2. The outer side of the top of your foot is VERY sensitive, and it actually made me say, "Oh my Fuck that hurts." when he was filling in the color on those petals.
3. It hurts to walk.
4. When you want to tell people that you just did something spontaneous and kinda crazy, no one answers their phone.
5. Me doing something spontaneous and crazy apparently doesn't surprise many people. That makes me happy, but also sad b/c I'd like a little "Wow Factor" built into my life.
6. It makes me feel alive and young and a little bit empowered to know that I still do these types of things.