Inkling

When I was 15 I wanted a Tattoo as soon as I could legally have one.
When I was 18 I still wanted a Tattoo but was cautious because I wasn't 150% sure of exactly what I wanted or where I wanted it (Or how many I wanted!)

Tattoos are for life. The last thing you want is that image of Tweety Bird inked on to your arse at 21 to turn into Big Bird by the time you've hit 50 because your arse has expanded due to the fact that over the last 29 years you've gained 45 pounds and then some. Needless to say it's taken a while for me to really come to a decision, and despite the 10 years of thought processing I'm still not at that 150%.  But I'm close.

Over the last few months I've had a pretty harsh time, full of stress and upset. I have white pills to pop. They're helping, slowly.  Instead of feeling low all the time, I feel less low, but sometimes more agressive. It probably doesn't help that I'm reading a book series that has quite a lot of supernatural violence in it.  hey ho. my books are my escapism.

Over the last 2 months my urge to be inked has hit me real strong. So strong that I can almost taste it. I can almost feel the pain of the Tattooist running the needles through my skin, inking me, marking me.  I want it so bad. I want to feel the pain. 

I'm in the process of doing my research. I have picked a studio and an artist. I have an idea of what I want and where I want them, all I have to do now is call the studio, make an appointment and speak to my Tattooist. I plan to let her design it based on my idea.

I have an inkling that pretty soon I'm going to feel the pain as the needle bites into my flesh, forever marking me.

I can't fucking wait.