Your brilliant and loving personality kinda helps you Patticakes.
Love you, too, Evan!
Your brilliant and loving personality kinda helps you Patticakes.
Yep. And I've found it to be true as I stated. Stereotypes are there for a reason bro.
I believe it says more about you than it does them.
You've got your opinion, I've got mine.
Dude - I look like I've been in prison. I understand if I'm not the first choice for customer service or PR for the company. That's a result of my poor choices, I get it.
Are we supposed to accept and embrace every weird decision an individual makes?
In my current line of work I'm around all types. From 18 year olds to people in their 50s. Generally the 50s are regretful of the opportunities they've missed from their youthful exuberance culminating in visible ink.It maybe just the types of people you are around. I know hundreds of people with tattoos, and most did it out of a lose or something that they truly believed in. IMO to stereotype just from one thing about them is absurd and personally I feel idiotic. It seems to me that maybe you have stereotyped in the past and now feel this is they way you need to treat others. I have neither a inflated self worth or low self esteem, and yes I have a couple of tattoos. Some for personal reasons, so cause I was young and dumb. Just to be honest you seem to be the one with a inflated self worth based off this post. I have learned in the few years on this planet, that judging people is not the way to do it, get to know the person before you cast judgment. I'm not coming at this from a religious point, just a real point that I have learned over there few years.
Of course you do, Jake. And both are based on what you see in your day to day life. I deal with literally hundreds of people daily. How big is your pool?I believe it says more about you than it does them.
You've got your opinion, I've got mine.
A few years ago my grand daughter asked me what my tat was I had on my right shoulder and because she was only eleven years old at the time I wasn't sure if she would understand so I told her it was when I was in an Air Force Special Operations unit and that our job was to fly around in airplanes and find the enemy and call in strikes on them, she asked if we killed people and I replied yes, we did but I also explained that if we didn't kill these people they would want to kill us and our freedoms and our way of life, so after a few seconds to process this she got a smile on her face and the only thing she said was "cool" the next day I heard her telling her older brother about it........... I think she got my meaning and understood, she never asked me again about it.I can remember as a young boy, asking my father why he had a tattoo. His simple reply was, "because I was in the navy." I asked him what that had to do with it. He said, "because if you didn't get one, they'd throw you overboard and make you swim home."
I know he was just kidding (sorta) but he did go on to tell me that every tattoo has a story. I asked him his story. His tat was a dove with an olive branch in it's mouth, which was a symbol of peace. It was 1957 when he was in the navy, Korea was still fresh on everybody's mind, and Vietnam was just over the horizon.
It's funny...dad got his at Painless Ned's tattoo parlor in San Diego, just before they shipped off to the Philippines. Years later, when I put on a gun and badge, I stopped a man about speeding, running a stop sign, whatever, and I noticed he had the exacr same tat as my father.
After I asked him for his license and insurance, and explained to him why I pulled him over, I kinda gestured to his ink and said, "Painless Ned's, San Diego?" His jaw dropped, and he said, "how in the hell did you know that?"
I told him about my father having the same one. The man said that a bunch of them were lined up to get their ink before shipping out. We talked for a good long while. He and dad were probably there at the same time and more than likely, on the same vessel together, but he didn't recognize dad's name when I told him.
I grew up thinking that the only people that had tattoos were pirates, servicemen and convicts. Nowadays, it's harder to find somebody without ink than someone with. From professional athletes to post menopausal women, seems like they're everywhere.
Personally, I was never passionate about anything to have it permanently affixed to my body. I did think about getting my name (Evan) across my knuckles like Ozzy, but nah. I always tell people my mother named me that because all the other 4 letter words were taken.
If they have personal meaning, I can appreciate it better than just some skulls and dragons and crap like most folks get.
I met a girl once who had a heart with a pink ribbon around it. It was for her grandpa who died of a heart attack and her grandma who died of breast cancer.. That's cool.
I also met this dipshit who had the University of Oklahoma's OU logo on his arm. I asked if he was an OU alumni. He said no, never even set foot upon the campus. He just thought they had a good football team.
So what's your tats story?
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