Tattoos and me
I had an interesting thought today about tattoos and me, I think because I've been making sure I didn't think about what kind of tattoo I want next. It seems that if I just avoid thinking about something my brain continues to chew on it, eventually spitting out something interesting. Maybe that's just it's way of getting attention though, I dunno. It is my brain, after all. :p
Anyway a few days ago I realized out of the blue where the House of Leaves tattoo I had an idea for would have to go; on the foot. See, that snippet is from a footnote. So. Yeah, I never said my brain was going to spit out the cure for cancer here.
Anyway today I was at work, not thinking about tattoos, when I got another thought out of nowhere that kind of solidified why I like that fragment so much. My current tattoo (which will be officially fully healed tomorrow) speaks to what reality and the world is, right? Well, 'it knows nothing of whim.' can easily mean (apparently, to me, anyway) that no matter what the universe/whatever throws at you, it's nothing personal. It's not just fucking with you. What happened happened just because that's the way it is, that's how the universe worked; nobody's out to get you.
This resonates really well for me, simply because it fits amazingly well (as a concept) with my current tattoo. What is, is, what happened, happened, and it's nothing against you.
Then my brain tossed out the idea that I seem to be documenting reminders of the various lessons I've learned through my life, things that help me not react badly to things I shouldn't react badly to. I know in the two weeks I've had my tattoo I've referred to it quite a bit, to remind myself and some other people of what it means. Sometimes I really need that little bit of perspective to help me deal with things.
I guess I'm just using myself instead of a notebook, or something. I'm sure there's some interesting psychology in there somewhere, making myself into a walking self-help book, but I'm okay with just the ink for the time being. :p
Also, they look awesome. Text tattoos, that is.
Anyway a few days ago I realized out of the blue where the House of Leaves tattoo I had an idea for would have to go; on the foot. See, that snippet is from a footnote. So. Yeah, I never said my brain was going to spit out the cure for cancer here.
Anyway today I was at work, not thinking about tattoos, when I got another thought out of nowhere that kind of solidified why I like that fragment so much. My current tattoo (which will be officially fully healed tomorrow) speaks to what reality and the world is, right? Well, 'it knows nothing of whim.' can easily mean (apparently, to me, anyway) that no matter what the universe/whatever throws at you, it's nothing personal. It's not just fucking with you. What happened happened just because that's the way it is, that's how the universe worked; nobody's out to get you.
This resonates really well for me, simply because it fits amazingly well (as a concept) with my current tattoo. What is, is, what happened, happened, and it's nothing against you.
Then my brain tossed out the idea that I seem to be documenting reminders of the various lessons I've learned through my life, things that help me not react badly to things I shouldn't react badly to. I know in the two weeks I've had my tattoo I've referred to it quite a bit, to remind myself and some other people of what it means. Sometimes I really need that little bit of perspective to help me deal with things.
I guess I'm just using myself instead of a notebook, or something. I'm sure there's some interesting psychology in there somewhere, making myself into a walking self-help book, but I'm okay with just the ink for the time being. :p
Also, they look awesome. Text tattoos, that is.