Photo credit: Flannon Jackson
The new dermatologist admires my tattoos. Others have scolded. Then he talks about a procedure on my foot. I ask about pain. Oh, it won’t bother you. You have a high pain threshold. He’s looking at my tattoos.
It is later that I realize his assumption: you have tattoos. Tattoos are painful. You don’t feel pain. So, if I could endure a tattoo it wouldn’t bother me if he cut on my foot. This thinking is illogical. And annoying.
Because I do not scream, moan or cry, does not mean I do not feel. Life is full of pain. Some of it we choose, some is inflicted upon us by circumstance. I do not whine or complain. I get on with embracing the moment. For surely the next moment will be pain free.
Some people talk about the endorphins released during the tattoo process. I never really get in touch with them or feel the promised “high.”
I choose an artist I trust. I contemplate the work I will carry on my body for the rest of my life. I always forget what it actually feels like. As soon as the needle stops, the pain stops. Rather like a dentists drill…Okay, not quite. No Novocaine.
I do not want others to assume anything about me. Nor do I want to assume about you. Let us discover each other without preconceptions. Perhaps a high thought drifting in from over the top of the full moon. A potential for harmony.
When my current tattoos are complete, I will share.
What do others assume about you? Is it true or false?