yesterday, I attended the very first integration meeting with some officers of my new employer. with much anticipation and excitement, we headed off to their place of business and entered the premises at our own risk. as expected, our arrival merited some gawking and obvious whispers. which is kind of normal, I guess.
there I met my “new colleagues”, spent a good hour and a half talking about future plans and basically just getting to know each other and what we do within our job capacities. I must say that I like what I see and hear. the coffee’s aroma helped a lot in processing that thought. overall, it’s very promising. so here’s to CHANGE.
ok. let’s get down to business, shall we?
when I was younger, I used to believe that tattoos were just for the emboldened people who doesn’t care “dirtying” their skin forever. of course I also generalized them in a certain category within a social class — hey, gimme a break here. don’t react just yet. I said [opinion] when I was younger, didn’t I?
what used to be just a tribal ritual (like the maoris of new zealand) to signify bravery, initiation to manhood, stature within a class, etc. is now regarded as the ultimate form of self-expression and absolute individuality. something we all strive for, and nothing’s wrong with that.
but things do CHANGE. I changed.
the earliest recollection I had entertaining the idea of being stamped for life came when I was in college. I sure wanted to have one, alright. and my greatest concern then wasn’t about my mum finding out about it… more like how I was going to handle the pain I will experience in the process of being under the needle repeatedly within a fraction of a minute. I also dread the day when I will start hating my tattoo, simply because I made a wrong design choice. certainly, I do not have the budget for laser treatments to have it erased. having a tat is a serious business.
I digress. even at the height of my curiosity to have one, the desire wasn’t strong enough for me to commit myself. and there are a lot of considerations to be factored in, much more than some of the items I have enumerated earlier.
but today, right here, right now, I still think about it. will I finally have one? uh-uhm… not in the foreseeable near future. aside from the fact that dear won’t hear of it. we are partners and I have to put weight on his opinion which matters a great deal to me. I don’t think it will make me less special as an individual without it, though I acknowledge the fact that it can make me an extraordinary person in my own right. that being said, I am keeping my door wide open for a possibility.
something I can see myself wearing: the philippine map in pink ink, perhaps? seriously.
I now see tattooed people in a different light and perspective. I can understand their silent cause and they have my utter respect. because now I realize how intense a commitment it is to oneself, which requires no explanation due for others. ika nga, “walang pakialamanan.”
so tell me, would you consider having your own tats? or if you already have one now, please share your opinion and sentiment.