We all mistakes and there is no escaping that fact. Some mistakes are grater then others. Even so, they are still mistakes. That is the beauty of mistakes though – we learn what we did wrong and then correct ourselves so we are now a better person.
Of course there are those mistakes that are permanent. These are the mistakes that may not seem like one at the time, but in the end it will be. I can tell you firsthand that one of the worst mistakes ever is getting a tattoo that you will no longer want years from when you first got it.
There is always the option of getting it removed, but not everyone has that kind of money to spend. You could also try to cover it up with another tattoo or make it into something else. Even if you choose that route there are still tattoos that can’t be made into anything else without having it look worse. Some of those tattoos are the ones with names.
We all know that if you love someone you should clearly get their name inscribed onto a part of your body because you think that you will be with them forever.
Let’s all take a moment and laugh – because I sure as hell did.
You see I was with my boyfriend for two years, or 24 months if you want to make it seem longer.
Anyway, I never once thought that we would be that couple who would get through everything together, get married, have a family and then grow old together. In my mind it was just some petty romance that bloomed after we graduated from high school. As for him, he thought that we were perfect for each other and got this grand idea to seal the deal.
In case you were thinking that he was going to propose with a shiny diamond ring with my name on it you were wrong.
He came up to me and suggested that we go to the tattoo parlor and get tattoos. Being nineteen going on twenty, I could have gotten a tattoo at any point but never found the time. Now here was my boyfriend saying that we should go now and forget everything else. I agreed, since I did not see an issue with it at the time.
We got to the shop and filled out forms and then picked what tattoo we wanted. Neither one of us told the other what we were getting. That may or may not have been wise.
I went first and got something simple; an outline of a bird.
I always woke up to the sound of birds chirping and could remember when I built my first birdhouse. That box coated with varnish was something that I was proud of when I was still a little kid.
I think I was also fascinated by birds because they could fly, and that was amazing and I wanted to have that ability. Then there was also the fact that my grandparents were bird watchers. In a sense I grew up around birds and a bunch of bird freaks, so it almost made sense that I get a bird tattooed on me.
Then while I was sitting there letting the odd skin crawling feeling go away, he went and got his tattoo. His took longer than mine to complete and I figured he picked something that would stretch up his arm or back.
When his was finished we both left and went home. After hours and hours of watching TV we decided to each show each other our tattoos. I went first and showed him the bird outline on the outside of my right ankle.
My excitement for actually getting a tattoo came up and I was nearly bouncing up and down on the couch. The problem was that he seemed shocked that I got what I did, like he had some other idea of what tattoo I would have gotten.
