Ugh. I feel so trapped. I really want a new tattoo. Don’t know what or where I want one. But I’m dying for a tattoo.
But without knowing the important things involved with getting a tattoo, I can’t justify just going into a tattoo parlor and getting one.
Also, I have my future to think about. I don’t give a fuck about what effect age will have on my body and tattoos. I worry about whether or not a tattoo could keep me from getting a new job and maybe settling into a career. I know many places are OK with employees having tattoos, but I’d hate to find that ONE job I would live to have and not get it because of tattoos.
On top of that, Wayne isn’t a fan of tattoos. I had both of mine when we met, and because they’re on my feet, he didn’t really mind. We’ve talked before about how he “doesn’t care” if I get more because his not liking tattoos applies to him and him alone, but there’s that small part of me that is still insecure and scared of losing him, even over something so small like a tattoo.
So I feel kinda shitty. Sucks.