I have a low threshold for pain, and suffer obsessive anxiety with the thought of needles and blood. I faint when I get my finger pricked (god forbid they have to go for a vein). I can’t even have my blood pressure taken, because the thought of that sticky red liquid surging through those tiny vessels makes my head swim in woozy. I’ve always considered myself an unlikely candidate for a tattoo.
Despite the gore, I’m obsessed with (other people’s) ink. I’m a tattoo gawker. I’ve been known to ogle over a stranger’s sleeve or the massive art form that engulfs his shoulder. When my son innocently asks, “mom, why is that girl’s arm all colored up?” I am drawn to that girl as I explain, “ohhh it’s a tattoo …” And I trail off in wonderment as I become the starer who can’t get enough. What is the significance of the design? Did she choose it to commemorate something? Is it for a special person in her life? How long has she had it? Does she regret it? Oh man, that would suck … Then inevitably, my sadistic self chimes in, How much did that son of a bitch hurt? The agony! How much tequila must she have downed before she sat down for that one? And the blood. SweetJesus, there must have been a shit ton of blood! For me, it always comes back to the blood. And the needle. And just like that, I’m content with my pricked-free skin.
But now, with my 40th approaching, I’ve been thinking, Hell, why not? Sure, it’ll take me great pains to get through this goal, but I’m a big girl now. (Maybe) I can handle it. I’m not looking for pegasus sprawling across my back, but I’m not interested in a polka dot above my ankle either. Between now and June I’m going to decide on a modest little gem to sum up Sarah … so far. Please (oh please oh please) if anyone else is remotely interested, may I talk you into joining me for this one? I gotta feeling there are some folks out there who’ve always wanted one, but never dared … Come on! I at least need some moral pain support!
With or without you, it’s time to say goodbye to my tattoo taboo - Goal 36: Stick a Needle in Me: I’m Done!