Imagine…

I reserve the right to be a little hypocritical from time to time.  I think we all do.   I’m ok with that.

A while ago I wrote this blog on Writerz Block about judging people by the tattoos they get.  Looking as Gap as I do, people are often shocked to learn that I have tattoos.  Ok that’s fine.  I’m generally shocked by people my age that don’t have tattoos.

But I tend to shy away from any visible tattoos.  Not easily hidden under my work polos and other sensible clothing items.  I also shy away from word tattoos.  And, lastly arm tattoos on women.  There’s some sort of stigma attached to them for me.

And then last year I got my Fight Club tattoo.  And when we were watching Cassandra get a tattoo a couple weeks ago I was thinking how cool one above your elbow would be.  But it would have to be something small and simple, and possibly round.  The only thing I could immediately think of was the Starbucks logo and although I am a faithful customer that seems a little extreme (unless they would give away free lattes and then we could work something out).

So I conceded to the idea that maybe, if I actually did want something there, it would have to be a word.  “Love” is a popular choice for girls.  Especially for the currently popular wrist tattoo.  And that’s cool, but I wasn’t for that.  Not right now.  Then I thought about “dream” because I am known to have a crazy dream or two and have bought more than one dream dictionary while in Half Price Books.  But that didn’t pack enough oomph for me.

Then I channeled my inner John Lennon (I mean, we do have the same birthday) and thought about “imagine”.  Simple.  Different.  Fitting.

This is probably the least painful tattoo I’ve gotten in a while.  Or I am misremembering the pain of previous visits.  Whatev.  And I’ve been saying “I done sprunt my elby bone” a lot (to myself).

It’s damn awesome.  I am not concerned about any work exposure.  I have some 3/4 length shirts and I always have a jacket on me but I don’t even really think it’s that big of a deal for the time being.  I’m not even sure how noticeable it was.  That was my only real concern anyway and clearly I’m over it.

So yay for tattoos.

And yay for John Lennon.

Oh, and if anyone is wondering, my current Keurig total is…. $8.