I was about to facelift my neglected blog (maybe) but clearly I am now distracted.Well, the reason for my distraction is that I thought to myself "What's wrong with defaults?" for the first time since I first saw a computer and felt the uncontrollable urge to customise every pixel it showed me. What happened to default humans? The ones that were on the ground with the animals, rolling in muck and shite? Why is heterosexuality a default? White people think white is the default colour for some reason. You know what, I don't feel like getting into another rant so I'm just going to leave this paragraph alone (though I should delete it really) now and move on... But expect a rant on defaults soon...Maybe... We'll see.
Tattoos.
Since my last blog post I got my ribs tattooed, so let's discuss that, eh? Well, it hurt like nothing on earth. Serious ridiculous pain, I assure you! But it was entirely worth it in my opinion. It took a total of 95 minutes for the actual ink-and-needle part plus 20 minutes when my artist was readying a stencil and needles, and another 10 minutes when I cried with pain so he brought me outside for a cigarette break before we done the colour. As a massive fan of body modification, I honestly couldn't be happier to sport a personal and meaningful piece in a concealable, respectable spot. So why did I get this particular tattoo? Well...- My late grand-uncle had this expression "It can't rain everyday", meaning no matter how many heartships are in your life at any given time, things won't always be bad. The design is centred around this idea so it acts as a memorial piece for him.
- I am a passionate, avid fan of music. In particular, that of The Cure. For over a decade now I have held one song above all others; Mint Car by the Cure. And to honour this, I now sport the first two lines in a near-perfect imitation of my own handwriting in bold red ink.
- I can be moody, especially in gloomy weather (who isn't moody in gloomy weather? seriously?) so the cheerful nature and meteorological theme of the piece is to remind me that the sun always comes back and there's always a lot of happiness to seek out in the world.
Death.
Another thing that occurred since my last post was the loss of my young friend to heart problems. Well, this got me thinking again about the already-ranted topic of humanity. A mini rant must ensue:
Funerals are so sick if you take the time to think about it, really. Wouldn't it do better justice to our deceased if we were to throw ourselves to the ground in fitful prayers? Or scream? A funeral is a time to express your grief and pain, so why is there so much etiquette involved? Why can't I fall on my face, screaming with grief? Or beg God to stop his vile injustice? I think it would say more about the person who'd died than a quiet little lecture from a priest they never met. But we can't stomach the idea of a human not being pristine and false.... How depressing.
A side note- I want this skeleton tattooed on my leg... Cute, neh?
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