On my wrist.
On the inner part of my wrist actually.
Exactly like the one in the above picture. Exactly.
I spent about 8 days considering it before I mentioned it to anyone. In those 8 days I felt that the meaning of this tattoo for me was surrounding my family and how each bird represented one of them. And how I wanted each and every one of them to be flying. Flying high in life actually.
On the 9th day, I casually told Mr MMM. I told Mr MMM because he loves tattoos despite not having one himself.
His response was swift.
“So which bird is me?”
I pointed to the largest bird.
He replied with, “what happens if I leave you?’
I was stunned for a second and replied with “I would get another tattoo. I would get a shot gun pointing at that bird that is you and feathers splattered all around it.”
Surprisingly, Mr MMM was pretty gobsmacked at my fast and curt reply.
To add to the impact of my words I strutted out of the room feeling rather ..smart.
It was then that he politely reminded me of this.
“You hate birds.”
And I do.
I hate the bastards. I hate the sound of their wings flapping and I hate how they think it’s ok to swoop my head when they perceive I can climb a fucking tree and rob them of their babies. I hate that they think they can hang about when their hungry and try and steal my lunch. And I hate how some even have a look about them that suggest I WILL PECK YOUR EYES OUT and let me not start on the day my friend told me about how the bald eagle picked up a duck from near where his children were playing. His small children. The sort of children that could have been easily picked up by that eagle and flown away to be eaten in it’s nest later. YES BIRDS.
So yeah .. that was the time I thought I wanted a tattoo.
Place any further ideas of micro tattoos in the comments below. Please also note I don’t like words on skin, unless it is ..’take me to hell, my friends are there.’