Alright, so it's been a week. What is it like to have a tattoo for a week, everyone desperately wants to know.
Well, it healed super fast. If I slammed my wrist against the edge of a desk, I'm sure it would hurt, but then again, it usually does. Other than that, it feels fine.
It's very slightly raised, and I don't know if that will stay. I kind of hope so, but I have a feeling it won't.
It's definitely weird. I mean, I knew it was permanent before I got it. But it's totally different, seeing something on my skin and knowing it will ALWAYS BE THERE. I don't regret it or anything like that, it's just strange. I guess it's what people feel after getting married, realizing, "Whoa, I knew I was going to spend my life with this person, but now it's real. We're really together forever."
In related news, I think I just found another really good reason for me to have gotten a tattoo. If anyone needs to practice commitment, it's me!
My grade school best friend Facebooked me some really fantastic information. She said the root of courage is "coer" which is heart. She also mentioned that the ancient meaning of coer was "the heart as the seat of intellect and imagination." HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF SOMETHING SO PERFECT FOR ME? I didn't think so.
Anyway, I'm still in love, it's strange in ways I didn't expect, and no one has reacted extremely negatively (to my face)!
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