Greetings, squadlings!
Yes, yes, to the horror of many of my family members, I got a tattoo back in October. And, now that both my parents know about it (my mom was shockingly more upset about it than my dad was), I can tell you guys about it.
I was sitting in my history class on October 12th, a Thursday, when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Being the piece of crap that I am, I checked it. It was a text from my 19-year-old sister, Kailey. She mentioned that some tattoo shops were having a sale the next day because it was Friday the 13th. Kailey, who already had a tattoo, wrote to me: “Wanna go home this weekend and get a tattoo?”
Kailey is my best friend (besides Isaac, who is the love of my life), and has been since I was about ten years old, when we first met. Aside from the fact that she’s my best friend, she’s also my sister: Her dad and my mom have been dating for almost eleven years, and together, Kailey and I, as well as our other three siblings, wonder why the hell Brian hasn’t put a freaking ring on it. (I know you read this, Brian. Don’t ignore me.)
ANYWAY…
For years, Kailey and I have talked about getting matching tattoos. We knew what we wanted, too: we wanted Poseidon’s trident. WHY? Because we’re losers. We’ve been obsessed with Greek mythology since we were about 12, and Poseidon is our favorite God. When Kailey went to Greece for a school trip in high school, she even brought me back a statue of Poseidon, which is on my desk at school.
So, naturally, when Kailey asked me if I wanted to go home and get matching tattoos, I wrote back “sure lol”.
And so we did.
We got our tridents, the same design, in the same place: on the inside of our right ankles. And no, it is not a devil’s pitchfork, MOTHER.
Getting a tattoo did not hurt as much as I thought it would. I actually barely felt it until the artist started shading it.
Kailey and I got our tattoos because, simply enough, we felt like it. It was something we had wanted for years, not a spur-of-the-moment thing, and we both were financially stable enough to do so (not anymore, rest in peace). I would post a picture of it, but like I said, it’s on the inside of my right ankle, so I wouldn’t be able to take a decent shot if I wanted to.
Kailey and I go to school four hours away from each other. I don’t even remember the last time I saw her other than through my phone screen. When I look at my tattoo (which, admittedly, I often forget I even have until I see it), it reminds me of Kailey and all the crazy adventures we’ve had together over the past damn-near eleven years. It reminds me of home.
I also like my tattoo placement because I can cover it up if need be. Like I said, I forget I even have it most of the time.
Sorry to say, to all my family members out there who will read this post once it links to my Facebook page, but I want more tattoos. I want something for my dogs, for my brothers, and something only Isaac knows about for the time being. Brace yourselves, folks.
When Kailey and I got our tattoos, as we were leaving the shop, I cracked a joke to her along the lines of “God, I hope our parents don’t break up, or these tattoos are going to be super awkward.” Kailey laughed and replied, “Even if they break up, you’ll always be my sister.”
Be well, squadlings.
sennajandy 