Note: The post title is not meant to be Tattooed on My Mind (a song title). Yes, I know, bad pun.
Mico’s last comment at my entry The Ghost of You – My Chemical Romance reminded me of my little tattoo story.
My barkada and I went to Intramuros one time when we were still in college. We decided to get henna tattoos on our wrists. I had mine at the right. When I got home, my dad saw it and freaked out. And I, being the obedient and guilt-striken teen that I was, decided to get rid of the henna in the fastest way possible: Scotch Brite.
Yup, Scotch Brite.
I used alcohol first in trying to remove the henna, then soap, then something else–but all to no avail. And then there was the Scotch Brite. It had seemed like a “brite” and sterling idea then to “clean the mess I got into”–so to speak.
So yeah, I Scotch Brite-d the henna tattoo on my wrist the same night I had it.
Yes, it was a big ouch. My wrist was stinging with little needle-prickling-the-skin-like pain–it was as if I scraped my wrist on the cement upon tripping. Ironically, the wound took after a very familiar pattern: that of my former henna tattoo. >:) Hehe.
Moral lesson of the story? Yes, we all do some stupid things sometimes on impulse. In the end, the only good thing about the consequences of the stupidity is that they make good anecdotes (either to remind yourself about the stupidity thus pushing yourself to grow up; or, to warn others of your stupidity).
* * *
Since we’re on the subject, I have seriously considered that if ever I’d have tattoo, the top three spots on my body would be:
(1) where the base of the neck meets the shoulder, right side
Design: the shape of a heart formed by having two cobras face each other (head to head, belly to belly). That, or this one.
(2) along the spine of my back
Design: preferably a skeleton of a thin snake
(3) around my upper arm, like a permanent armlet or around my leg near the ankle, like a permanent anklet
Design: three guesses about the design I have in mind. Heh.
So. Given tattooes any thought lately?
