All Tatted Up

Last weekend I got my second tattoo.

OHM

It's the Ohm symbol, commonly used in meditation. It represents the four states of consciousness: Awake, Asleep, Dreaming, and Transcendent.

The tattoo is between my shoulder blades on my upper back, not visible in most of the things I wear. It's the first stepping stone for a full upper back tattoo that I hope to build over the years.

My mother, who I've seen once or twice a year since I was five, calls me up last night. She has no idea I've gotten another tattoo (In addition to the Heroes helix symbol on my right wrist. Yes, Heroes, as in the television show. I AM that ODD). 

Heroes Helix

Still, she tells me not to get any more tattoos. I feel extra naughty now, as I have my second tattoo already. I ask her why. She replies, "Because men don't like women who are all tatted up."

Hold the phone.

Take a breath.

Excuse me?

I reply, "I don't really care what men like."

And this is true, for the most part. Sometimes I'm sad that none of them really want to get to know me or seem interested in me, but I won't sacrifice what I like or want just because men don't like it. Hell, what kind of life would that be?

But, here's the BEST part.

Seconds after she tells me not to get a tattoo, she tells me she plans on getting her first one. Not just any tattoo. A TRAMP STAMP of the name "Teddy," a guy she's been living with for about a month and who she already plans on marrying. My mom isn't the brightest crayon in the box, and I love her to death, but really? I spent the most part of the conversation begging her not to get some guy's name on her backside. Finally she agreed to not get his name if I would design her tramp stamp. Wow. This is my life.

Me and My Mom, Davena

~ODD~