I like the idea of tattoos. Whilst the concept of actually getting inked myself will no doubt always remain alien to me (getting the flu jab riddles me with queasiness, let alone enduring an entire tattoo), I'm very interested in the tattoos of others, and love how quirky, artistic, and expressive they can be.
But, I have a problem. Yup, a big, inky, heart-shaped problem. I've tried convincing myself that I'm being a judgemental bitch and should just let it go, or that maybe it's because I'm the most single person I know, and might have forgotten how it feels to be wildly in love, but I just can't shake how much I loathe 'coupley tattoos'. By 'coupley tattoos', I mean tattoos that signify a lover/relationship, when all they really signify to me is an acute lack of brain cells and a 'wow, that's going to be awkward some day'.
I don't mind so much if the couple are older, and have been together for a zillion fine years. In fact, if the tattoo idea is born on the back of a Christmas dinner table bet, or as the only anniversary present that hasn't yet been bought, then I guess that's kind of nice. Those sorts of stories almost make me smile. However, when I see couples in their twenties, who have been together for five minutes, swanning around with their names on each other's chests or separate halves of a heart that join at the hip during intercourse (I don't tend to actually see the latter, but you know what I mean), I can't help but feel a little concerned about the state of our generation. Are we really so desperate to prove our love to the world that we must etch onto our skin an eternal symbol of our not necessarily eternal relationship?!
I hope that the couples who undertake this bizarre gesture last, and I sincerely mean that. Love is a beautiful thing. But in a day and age where the shelf-life of relationships is steadily declining, it's safe to say that it's all extremely unpredictable, especially when you're a twenty-something; changing and evolving all of the time. There's no guarantee that these wonderful, exciting, soul-binding relationships are going to last for the rest of time, despite how much we think otherwise whilst joyfully hallucinating on board the love bus. Just ask the guy I almost dated last year, who had to wear a monster-sized watch to try and hide the fact that his ex-girlfriend's name was boldly emblazoned across his wrist. Dealbreaker, anyone?!
I know various people that have had these tattoos done, and they've all said that even if the relationship falls apart, they won't mind the fact that they're eternally inked, because the half-wonky script of their exes name will remind them of a special time in their life. As if. What if said ex becomes an ex because they slept with your best friend or punched a llama when you took a trip to the farm?! Will you really smile at your tattoo in a state of joyful nostalgia? I think not. And what if the next person you meet is absolutely 'the one' (a newer, refined edition), and thinks you're totally awesome, but oh, wait, your body is a shrine to your ex. Good luck with that one pal...
If ever I get the urge to commit tattoo suicide, which, by the way, I won't, I think I'll just stick to a henna. Or I'll get something equally as ridiculous that won't have so many potentially humiliating repercussions. Like a llama.
Preferably one that hasn't been punched.
What do you think of these tattoos? Is it something you would ever consider? Or do you have one?!
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