A girl really only needs one guitar.
It’s all she can play at once.
The only time having more than one guitar has come in handy was when I’ve attempted to recruit friends to play along with me. So far that’s been a miserable failure, mostly because their nails are too long and will not be sacrificed for my impromptu session.
Over the last 12 years I’ve owned six different guitars. I worked a block away from a guitar store for five years.
I found that if I went into the store, an instrument would catch my eye and then my imagination. I would leave the store, but return a few days later. At home, I would make room for it. The next trip to the store was with a hot fist of money.
Every once in a while an idea embeds itself in my mind and won’t go away until I either 1.) fulfill the calling or 2.) conclude it wouldn’t be financially responsible to fulfill the calling. The guitars are a prime example. Over the past year, it’s been getting a tattoo.
If you read the ‘author’ section of my blog, you’ll see that I would get a tattoo if I didn’t have any hangups. By that I mean if I were the only person on Earth and there were no one to judge me, no one to say that tattoos are for “tough” people, no one to say that they’re ugly, I would get one. In all fairness, if I were the only person on Earth, my tattoo would look bad crazy because I would have to do it myself! But hey, there wouldn’t be anyone around to make me insecure about it, so my imperfect tattoo and imperfect self would wander the wilderness in sincere security that we’re OK with each other.
It’s simple: I believe that tattoos can be beautiful.
What complicates the issue for me is that not everyone else thinks so, including most of the people who are closest to me. As a human resources professional, it would be untraditional for me to conduct an interview with a tattoo showing, even a tiny bit. (I know that I could get one in a place that can be totally covered up, but what’s the point?) Because I do not live in a Kari-vacuum, (most of the time), I will not ignore the social implications of tattooing.
I’m in the “leave the store, then return a few days later” stage. To run an intervention, give me a reason not to fulfill the calling by leaving a comment to this post!
I leave you now with some of the worst tattoos that I found online