So, here we are with my final installment of reader submissions. This will end my tattoo testimony. Special thanks to all who have submitted and participated via responses. Here is your final cast of characters.
Kami – I’m married to her.
Colin – My business partner for 5 years and member of our community
Ryan – Friend I met at Red Robin 7 years ago
Rainbow – friend and roomate (that’s a long story and deserves its own post)
Hilary – my old boss from red Robin…and she’s married to Ryan
Stephanie – Friend from church
Location: Inside Right arm
Shop Location: Maui Hawaii
How long it took: 10-15 minutes
I was in Hawaii with Ben and our friends Colin & Grace. At the beginning of our trip we decided we should all get a tattoo together. I know…funny. Actually really funny because I’m my mother’s daughter. I was Kami Ann the good little pastor’s daughter. I never did anything in the least bit rebellious. I did everything my mother asked of me. I was a dream child, huh Mom? At least until I married Ben. After that a whole new world was open to me. A world of tattoos. I had an idea in mind that Ben and I thought of together. Okay, it was more him then me, but I liked it. We had just finished a course on Sonship (learning about what itmeans to be a son/daughter of God). We had a study book that we were going through. And on the front of the book was a cross on top of a heart. I learned and I think was changed some by that course so I thought that would be cool to remember plus I liked how simple and bold the design was. And what the cross coming out of the heart meant for me. The only reason there is any meaning in the cross is because of God’s love. Does that make sense? Well, hopefully, it made/makes sense to me. When I got home my mother flipped. I forget exactly what she said but something to the degree that she can’t believe I would do such a thing. Don’t I know that this is permanent? Yes, Mom. I know. We’re good now though. But I don’t know if she knows I want more. I want more Mom, okay? Just warning ya. I am pretty proud that I’m the first person in my family to get a tattoo. But I might also be the last until my kids decide to get inked.
I still like the tattoo. I like what it still means to me and the boldness of it. I’m a little embarrassed by how cliche a heart and cross is but that’s only if I care what other people think-which is all the time so hmmmm.
Regretability Scale Ratiing from 1-10: 1.5
Hebrew text, “Love the LORD”; “Love your Neighbor”
Regretability scale: 0 out of 10
Regretability Scale: 2 out of 10
I got my tattoo whyn I was 18 years old. A lot of my friends were getting tattoos when we where 15 and 16, but I knew my parents would kill me if I got a tattoo before I was 18. I thought tattoos where cool but I never really considered getting one. One day not too long after I turned 18 my friend and I were sitting around bored one day and talking about tattoos. My friend decided that he wanted to go get another tattoo so I told him I would go with him and get one also. It was a very spur of the moment decision. The only real reason I got a tattoo was becuase I thought it would look cool. My tattoo has no real personal meaning, although when I got it I came up with some bullshit reason to explain to other people why I got it. I would tell others that I got a bull becuase I am a Tuarus and I had a bullish personality, but the real reason is that I thought a tough looking animal was better than some barbed wire or stupid tribal art. Long story short, I was a stupid 18 year old kid who did not think about my decisions and who was trying to fit in with his friends and be different at the same time.
What do I think of my tattoo now, I still like it. I have had my tattoo for 11 years now and I still like it as much as the day I got it. I don’t see myself getting another tattoo, but even if I could go back in time and stop myself from getting this one, I would not.
On a regretability scale of 1-10, with 10 being me wanting to scrape the thing off with sand paper,
Regetability Scale: 1 out of 10
I do not, nor have I ever, regretted getting the tattoo. I still think it looks cool!
1) I got this tattoo because I thought it was the christian thing to do. I was into publicly displaying my Christianity in extra annoying ways (like wearing the aforementioned christian t-shirts and more bumper stickers than paint on my car). I’m sure I had always wanted tattoos, and got this one on my 18th birthday… just to get a tattoo. Sure, I had drawn this symbol in that spot every day for like a year, but that doesn’t mean it meant a lot to me… it just means I wanted a tattoo.
2) Well, the lines coming out of the top of the cross are supposed to make it “shiny” (I prefer to call it glorious) but have been asked lots of times, “Why is it surprised?” or just plain “What are the lines for?” I guess I didn’t ask a lot of people what they thought of it beforehand, or I might have skipped the lines. Also, most people assume it has to do with some certain denomination or cult, which is sorta embarrassing. After thinking about how hideous crosses are (historically, not ascetically, but that too) I wish I would have gone for just a plain fish (of which I would still be embarrassed, but less so).
3) I sort of already answered how much I regret having gotten this tattoo, but no more than I regret anything I did in high school. I think it’s funny that I decided at that time that I knew I would always love it because I loved it then, but that’s kinda how high-schoolers think… I think I like that about them…
Regretability Scale: 7 out of 10
Regretability Scale: 0 out of 10
Regretability Scale: 0 out of 10
had always said I’d never get a tattoo because they were trendy and
stupid. Then one day in economics class I thought “This is so boring.
I’m going to get a tattoo today.” So then I had to decide what my
tattoo should be of, and where. I had a Pink Floyd song in my head so
I decided to get a Dark Side of the Moon tattoo because it was simple
and kind of iconic and it’s a good album and music is basically the
reason I live. I got it on the back of my calf because everyone else
was getting them on their ankles or small of their backs or on their
hip and I didn’t know anyone else getting one on their calf.
I still like it.