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I got and industrial done at a small tattoo shop on Whittier Blvd. it was the scariest experiences I have ever had. Right next to donating blood. The thing is that, with me, I am horribly terrified of needles. I got too many shots when I was a little girl. Too many for a little fragile girl. too many for any child, really. That is my worst fear till this day. Well when i got this industrial done I did not think about it. I researched the best tattoo shop to get it and I went right along with it.
I went in jose because i NEEDED someone with me when this was happening. i was almost ready to walk out. the anticipation of the guy sterilizing his equipment scared me to the most fragile bone in my body. Throughout the "procedure," I clenched my hands they filled with sweat as so did my face and back neck. Jose was giving me that "what are you doing look"
But...I had to be strong i couldn't chicken out, there was a guy getting INKED next to me for goodness sake!!!!
YET..... Small moans kept escaping. I tried to seem brave, and "down" but it was all too much. I realized I am not very good at being badass girl but I am good with keeping my word.
I have so many things to cross out and some here and there that I completed.
You see, for me birthdays are milestones to me. i appreciate them and take the meaning of an extra year to heart. That does not mean that I should be tied to my age, as I learned that people can be very different than their age according to this society in which we live in.
ex. a fifty year old guy acting like an immature pimpled-face teen.
I love lists and having "things to do" before turning a year older. It makes me appreciate the previous year which I will put in to my memories and be grateful that I did not put it to waste and encourage me to make the next year even better than the last, not only for me but for everyone else as well.
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