so i'm working furniture tonight and i'm bringing a chair out for these two ladies and i lift the chair up and put it into the back of her SUV and this lady is like 'oh wow, they should really have a boy doing this'
what the fuck, lady
have you seen me? i can handle a chair in a box forgod’ssake
just because i’m female does not mean i can’t lift things
my mom said i couldn’t get a tattoo because she’s paying for me to go to university, so if i have enough money to spend on a tattoo, she says i can pay for university myself and she won’t pay anymore and then i’d be screwed and drop out etc.
i got a tattoo anyways and i’ve managed to hide it and not tell her for the past 4 months. she’s already paid for my last semester of school so even if she found out about it its not like she could UNpay for school. i’ve already learned that stuff. and i’m moving out in one month and i’ll just tell her i got it after i moved out and she’ll love it so much and be so jealsz of my cool tattoo.
so i suggest just getting it in an easy to hide place and live in sin/secrecy forever.
thanks for the reply and advice~
I think I’ve decided I’m just going to jump in and go for it. I’m going to wait until the fall, since my mom is graciously taking me on an incredible summer vacation and I don’t want a surprise tattoo spoiling the trip for her and my dad.
I figure you only live once and it’s my life, so I’ll just deal with any petty repercusions that may occur. I’m gonna get it in a hideable spot too so whateverrrr, the day she finds out will just be something I’ll deal with when I get there.
Maybe she’ll be oblivious until I move out then I’ll do what you’re doing with yours, just show her it like I just got it haha
But my mother is very against tattoos. I’m not entirely sure of her reasoning, but it incorporates unsanitary conditions at tattoo parlors and the impending sense of regret. She claims I can get a tattoo once I don’t live in her house.
At one point, I worked her down to a ‘maybe’ when I discussed wanting to get a Harry Potter tattoo (don’t judge). And the tattoo I want to get right now is going to be small, and it’ll mean a lot to me (it’s a tattoo with my best friend whom I’ve known since I was 4). It’s my body and my money. It would be my regret to bear, and I’ve told my mother that but she can’t seem to accept that fact.
I hate arguing with her about it because she just throws in the fact that I live in her house and it’s her rules and so on, and so forth.
I don’t think I’ll regret the tattoo. It’ll be small and discreet, probably on my ankle. But I often fear even bringing it up with her. I think I might suggest even taking her to the tattoo place to talk to whomever will be doing it before hand and seeing how sanitary it actually is. But I’m not sure if there is anything else I can do to swing her opinion into my favour.
I’m not sure what to dooooo, mrah. I know I’m of age and I can do whatever the hell I want, but I just want my mother to be okay with it and not threaten to kick me out of her house if I get the goddamn tattoo.
Babe, seriously know what you're going through, I feel happy but then look at what's going on and miss HIM miss that guy who I used to long but don't long anymore but at the same time long still! Life goes on, but that's easier said than done! Things makes you forget but things make you remember...
thanks for the suppppport, really. i’m getting past it, slowly but surely. just…slowly. life goes on, life goes on, just gotta keep reminding myself of that haha :)
because i love road trips, even the small ones. and i appreciate good laughs and snowmobiling and rainy lakes and card games and anime movies (sometimes). and i actually kind of like working sometimes especially when i can hang out at the ink wall and give stevie d some signs and have him ask if i’m avoiding him and if i’m breaking up with him and that he shouldn’t take it personally and that i hope we can still be friends and how niles and rachel are super fun and i like to smile and work does that to me sometimes.
but at the same time, while these past few days were nice nice nice, i still feel lonely all the time and i miss him far too much and i have all these great scenarios of things i want to say to people but my self esteem plummets far too often for the words to leave my lips. and i’m a walking talking hypocrite all the time with endless reasons to be happy but i always have this forever looming feeling of guilt and sadness and loneliness. i chalk it up to being a running joke but i want these feelings to fade. and i want to stop thinking about him. and for peace. peace. peace of mind.