HOLY SPIDER EYES, BATMAN!
So, I pulled into Sam's Club this afternoon in an attempt to buy cheap gas. Yeah, don't think I accomplished it, but whatever -- it's not the point of my story. While I was there, begrudgingly pumping away, I see something that makes me internally gasp. There's a guy one gas thingy-ma-bob over from me with the a shaved head, the back of which was adorned in the most intricate Spider Man mask tattoo I'd ever seen. It was unnerving, folks! And I'm not talking about the tat, because, personally, I think they're sexy. What was unnerving was that the eyes on the back of this guy's head were looking RIGHT AT ME!!! THEY SAW ME INTO MY SOUL!!! And they seemed to be saying, "Hey, chick! Payin' too much for gas there ..." among other things.
The ironic dichotomy in this whole thing is that Rebel-Without-A-Cause-Guy, Head-Covered-in-a-Tattoo-Dude crawls into a red mini-van. How very anticlimatic!
At any rate, this caused me to think about the tat I would get if I ever got the inclination to ... which I have on several occasions. The one thing, besides money these days, that holds me back is my fabulously (I use that term loosely) sensitive skin. It would be my luck that I would get the world's nastiest reaction to the tat and die or something. But it does cause me to think about being adventurous.
Lately, I've been working hard at that aspect of my life ... the adventurous side. I'm cautious by nature. I never used to be, and I'm not sure what changed, but it has. And I'm trying to break from the mold. For instance, I was called for an interview down in Frankfort, KY this coming Friday. It's a 6th grade/middle school job, which I said I would NEVER teach. So, I've not been too excited about the whole idea. Then, it occured to me today, as I mulled over the Spider Man mask tattoo, that what the heck! Just do it! Live life like it's really supposed to be lived. Try it ... you might like it ... JUST DO IT ... [insert any other cheesey cliche here]. I fret too much. Enough frettin' ... let's get on with the business of livin' and havin' fun doing it!
So, I'm sipping my Starbucks Iced Coffee -- this stuff will grow hair on your chests, y'all -- and thinking about life. I'm not going to anticipate anything. I'm just going with the flow ... enjoying it while I've got it, and letting the chips fall where they may.
Any tat suggestions?
The ironic dichotomy in this whole thing is that Rebel-Without-A-Cause-Guy, Head-Covered-in-a-Tattoo-Dude crawls into a red mini-van. How very anticlimatic!
At any rate, this caused me to think about the tat I would get if I ever got the inclination to ... which I have on several occasions. The one thing, besides money these days, that holds me back is my fabulously (I use that term loosely) sensitive skin. It would be my luck that I would get the world's nastiest reaction to the tat and die or something. But it does cause me to think about being adventurous.
Lately, I've been working hard at that aspect of my life ... the adventurous side. I'm cautious by nature. I never used to be, and I'm not sure what changed, but it has. And I'm trying to break from the mold. For instance, I was called for an interview down in Frankfort, KY this coming Friday. It's a 6th grade/middle school job, which I said I would NEVER teach. So, I've not been too excited about the whole idea. Then, it occured to me today, as I mulled over the Spider Man mask tattoo, that what the heck! Just do it! Live life like it's really supposed to be lived. Try it ... you might like it ... JUST DO IT ... [insert any other cheesey cliche here]. I fret too much. Enough frettin' ... let's get on with the business of livin' and havin' fun doing it!
So, I'm sipping my Starbucks Iced Coffee -- this stuff will grow hair on your chests, y'all -- and thinking about life. I'm not going to anticipate anything. I'm just going with the flow ... enjoying it while I've got it, and letting the chips fall where they may.
Any tat suggestions?
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