my first tattoo...and most embarrassing moment
This all started with a ring that I always wear. Not only is it a treble clef (being a musician who reads music, it has become one of my favorite symbols), but I bought it in Boston, the best city I have ever been too. I could write a book on how amazing that city is, but back to the ring...
So, of course, me being the most forgetful person ever, it was bound to happen that one day after getting out of the shower, I couldn't find it. I didn't freak out, but I felt depressed. That's when I realized I needed that symbol on my body permanently, so I would never ever loose it again. (Oh, and by the way I found the ring about ten minutes later).
Fast forward to my 18th Birthday. I had the lame (and not the good kind of lame, the stupid kind of lame) idea of pulling a prank on my parents (who really hate tattoos) by having someone draw all over my arms. I'm glad I didn't go through with it. And I'm glad one of my friends decided to be a total bitch to me about it. My friend told me she thought it was a dumb idea, and that if I really wanted one, I should just get the balls to get a real one. Easy for her to say, she didn't grow up being told that tattoos are horrible, trashy, and that you'll end up regretting them. Needless to say, she just made me want to NOT get a tattoo just to piss HER off...we aren't that close anymore, needless to say.
I was with my two best friends later that day, and they helped me make the decision to actually get it done. I am not very good at coming up with excuses. I tried saying I didn't have the cash...but both of them did, and were fine lending it to me. I couldn't think of another excuse (what kind of teenager is only able to come up with one excuse?!?! I must be some sort of freak of nature). My friend called the tattoo shop to make sure that Chito was there and could do a small tattoo. Then they drove me to the shop.
I should have known right then that I was way to nervous, and not nearly calm enough to get anything done. I was freaking out in the car. Somehow I managed to calm down before going into the shop. I was relatively non-hysterical and/or idiotic while filling out all the paperwork. I did look a bit like an idiot when I (only half seriously) asked Chito if I would end up getting a Staph infection. (Oh, and by the way, I didn't end up getting a Staph infection, healing was amazing).
After that, I acted like a total and utter noob while the design was being drawn up. I was freaking out looking over his shoulder while he drew up something he's probably tattooed a thousand times before. I'm surprised he didn't kick me out of the shop right then. The tattoo hadn't even started and my faux pas were probably in the double-digits.
But things really got bad when he started to tattoo me. Something that nobody tells you is that tattoos hurt like an mother effing bitch! Everyone told me that getting a tattoo is just an irritating burning sensation...well, everyone is a liar. It was like a pin being dragged through my skin and salt being poured over it all. Of course, I am guessing that a lot of the pain was more caused by the nerves than the tattooing process itself
I didn't know it, but I was elbowing him every time he put the tattoo machine anywhere near my skin. The result was me having to hold my own arm so that my reflexes didn't take over. Which sort of worked, sort of, but not really. So my friend ended up coming over and having to hold me down while I was getting tattooed. I tried thinking of lovely, happy, nice things. It didn't work all that well, and my friend could tell my the horribly painful look on my face. Knowing me very well, she told me to just "Think of kicking [my scum bag ex boyfriend] in the balls".
Well, it worked. After that the tattoo was done in less than five minutes. I'm so glad that Chito put up with my hysteria and insanity. It was defiantly one of the most embarrassing experiences of my life. But having a treble clef permanently on my body, made it totally worth it.
I hope that I'll be more prepared when I get tattooed in the future. But I think it would be wise of me to bring three or four people to hold me down, just in case.
submitted by: Anonymous
on: 13 March 2008