Well, that’s it.
After 5 weeks, and 12 of the most downright uncomfortable and painful hours of my life under the point of a needle, it’s finally done. My tattoo is finished.
I’m thrilled with it. I really am. Within the span of a month I’ve gone from nothing more than an idea to something that spreads across a goodly portion of my body. I look in the mirror and I’m content.
Mostly.
Except I can’t help but think “what now?”
Friends warned me: “tattoos are addictive,” they said. But I knew what I wanted. Once it was done I’d be happy. After all, the sensation of red hot needles jabbing into my skin again and again was nothing to look forward to. And I couldn’t wait for each session to end and be over with.
Save that it remained the highlight of my week. Each step, each painful prick, bringing it a little closer to completion. And now it’s finally finished I can’t help but think “what next?”
What I have, this abstract series of repeating circles, is all that I wanted. I’ve reached the finish line. But scritching away at the back of my mind is the thought that I want more; that’s it’s not quite over yet.
That left side of mine is looking suspiciously bare, after all. And I’ve already thought of a pattern that would look good stretching down my side to my thigh. It really would.
And after that I’ll be finished.
Honest 🙂
I know what you mean I promised my wife that my first tattoo would be my last now I am finishing up a backpiece and already had thoughts on a chestpiece.
Even when you get told by Dr’s that you are risking your health and your wife threatens to divorce you still think yes but what next…
Also crack addiction is quite easy to beat after the first hellish week of withdrawals the rest is just a mental exercise but with ink you have constant reminders of how great it is…:p
Take Care
Matthew
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