I ddon’t know how to begin this one because just hinting at this topic seems to inflame people.
I consider myself a very tolerant, accepting and open minded individual. Progressive on steroids but excess in personal adornment, particularly of the tattoo and piercing variety has always been a bitter pill for me to swallow.
I have always explained it away by noting that I have Aspergers Syndrome, which seems to carry the baggage of many “co-morbids,” including having difficulty with loud noises, strong scents, bright and ostentatious presentations etc.
So tattoos and piercings, along with excessive rings, bracelets, necklaces…you get it…
All the above are very overwhelming and intrusive to my senses. Almost to the point being obscene and vulgar.
But I honestly do not try to judge people f over these things. Honestly cannot afford to. Almost every niece and nephew I have in my family are very heavily into tattoos specifically.
I am the elder uncle in the family. The last of a bloodline, which means all of zero to me, but I think we all mutually have an understanding that this is a position of some status, deserving certain degree of reverence, whether I like it of desire it or not.
So I try to be true to the expectations, and keep my tongue in my mouth.
I think everyone knows I am not into it all, and they all do tease me mildly, asking when I am going to get “inked” making suggestions and even offering to pay for any tattoo I might relent to.
All in good fun, of course. Never going to happen.
But every picture any of them post on social media, is so,by my standards, “in your face” it gets tedious to be honest.
Every in person gathering like an assault on my senses because they all so heavily identify by their markings, and take such great pride in showing and talking about them.
And the whole time, I feel, quite seriously like I come from another planet…
Ahhh, plants to water on patio. Contemplation in a slow evening breeze.
Searching for self for no-self, lost and confused, dazed, blazed and befuddled.