Another Friday the 13th. Another questionable tattoo decision. Another piece of artwork that will one day warrant an explanation.
So on Friday I might have made the stupid decision to get another Friday the 13th themed tattoo. Same theme. Same ankle. Even dumber tat this time- last time it was a sugar skull- this time: Hello Kitty in a hockey mask. No, I am not fucking kidding.
I know. I know. Whatever you are thinking, I am thinking it, too. Well, kind of.
I know it’s dumb, I know it’s permanent, I know I don’t even like Hello Kitty. It’s hard to explain, but it makes me laugh… and somehow that erases any sort of regret I might otherwise be feeling.
My thought process went something like this: fuck it.
Because really, what is permanence? Forever? Forever ever? Forever ever?
At a time when nothing in my life feels very lasting or real, a stupid little kitty wearing a mask seems like the just the thing I needed. Why does the future always have to be some bad or scary thing? Why not have it be some goofy, giggly manifestation of what I want life to be? I’m tired of being so serious- I had a very serious month in March. I have decided that for April I will dance more, laugh often, and get all the ridiculous ink that I want.
One of our regulars put it well when she said, “A Hello Kitty is a gateway tattoo.”
She’s totally right. I’m going to need at least another (large) tattoo around my ankle to draw the attention away from Friday the Kitty- and I’m totally stoked for it. I’ll get to explain all sorts of absurdities about life and pop culture references to my grandchildren one day.
Next tattoo idea? Bougainvillea and/or a rat creature (have you read Bone yet?)