Yep, i’m talkin’ about tats again… sorry if i’m boring you. It’s been on my mind a lot lately, especially since I am anxiously awaiting my custom design piece to be finished (any day now).
I have been wondering lately when I will stop. When will enough be enough?! When will I reach that magical number that allows me to feel content with the art on my body and not have the desire for any more?!
So far my rationale has been like this:
1st tattoo / Welsh Dragon w/Moon / 18 years old
“I can’t have ONE tattoo… that’s just fuckin’ weird… Who the hell gets ONE tattoo?”
2nd tattoo / Om Symbol: The Sound of Creation / 22 years old
“Love this tattoo… but it needs a friend”
3rd tattoo / Celtic Infinity Dragon / 24 years old
” 3 is an uneven number, should probably get another”
4th tattoo / Twin Tribal Dragons (in progress) / 27 years old
” Isn’t 4 an unlucky number in China? Like the number of death or something. Better get a fifth.”
5th tattoo / Pheonix Rising from the ashes (to come…)
I am sure I will come up with a reason to get a sixth too… And then I won’t want to have six tattoos because, well… fuck, isn’t 6 the number of satan?! Maybe i’ll stop at 7, that’s a lucky number… but so cliche!
Maybe i’ll look like Bif Naked in a few years.