Life keeps ticking on, and I haven’t been sure how to muster up the will to keep going. No, I’m not being dramatic, I’m not thinking of anything extreme, I’m just a bit bummed. I guess you could say it’s a mid-life crisis. I’m not thinking about getting a red convertible, well, I wasn’t until I just wrote that, now I am. But it’s not the typical feelings and thoughts, at least as portrayed in the movies. And I’m certainly not on the verge of breaking down and destroying civilization as we know it. No, it’s more a deep omnipresent feeling that I can’t get out of my head, that I’m not doing what I’m supposed to be doing, but I’m stuck in the current path and I don’t really see what direction I should steer myself in. I decided to compromise with my brain, okay, you’re not happy, but you can take control of some things. I can at least rebel in a sense in a way that’s fairly socially acceptable. I decided to get a tattoo, but I didn’t want to just head into a parlor and get any old design on any old part of me, I wanted to do it myself. I wanted the satisfaction of not only getting a tattoo but of learning a new skill. I thought that would make me feel better. I got one of those tattoo kits and tattoo gun that comes with the rest of the necessities for home tattooing. I figured, and correctly, that that would be a heck of a lot easier than piecing together all the things I’d need by myself. It was also easy to get all the stuff, because I was referred to http://www.thelashop.com/ which just had all I needed right there. So that part was extremely easy. I haven’t yet given myself the tattoo, but I have been practicing on the practice skins and think I know what I want to do, and where. I can’t really share that with the world now, because again, I’m doing this for me.
