I have a tattoo on my right wrist. In fact, I have a lot of tattoos but this one in particular always makes me giggle. And no, this is not my Welsh Blacks logo tattoo, that’s another story for another time. This is a tattoo that symbolises just how far i’ll go to call someone’s bluff. See I was seeing a girl once who very much wanted to be seen as the cool girl. I honestly don’t care for the cool girl so I’m not sure exactly why her agenda was aligned as such, who really knows anything when it comes to dating anyway.
She was close to tears and on the verge of passing out.So back to the tattoo. She would be the first to tell me how much she loved tattoos, and how many she intended to get, but just hadn’t found the right designer or the time, or didn’t know exactly where to put them. “No no,” she would say, the pain didn’t bother her, “purely logistical”. Because she “spent heaps of time in tattoo shops,” watching the world turn. I didn’t believe her. At all. And yes perhaps there are some undercover trust issues circulating around my brain, but sometimes you just have to trust your gut. I’d much rather someone call me out on something, then go along with what’s expected, we all chase that exciting life after all.
As the months went by, the story still being spun, I decided to go to an extreme and very permanent extent of calling her bluff. In what looked like a very spontaneous visit to Diabolik on King, I waltzed on in, just to hang out with tattoo artist and one of my favourite people Melanie Mitchell, who eventually suggested “why don’t I get tattooed today”. “Sure why not” I said, as spontaneously as I could. Sitting in the chair going through a very familiar routine, I was relaxed, content and enjoying the process of creating permanence. Said girl however, was now ghostly white, standing nervously in the corner and by the time the sound of the needle rang through the room, she was close to tears and on the verge of passing out. I also thought she was going to throw up at one point as well, all whilst a needle repeatedly drove ink into my skin. As we both walked out of the tattoo studio, a silence washed over us, heavier than either of us could really carry and we went our seperate ways.
Not all tattoos have a deeper sort of meaning, or insightful and intricate designs tied to memories or existential enlightenment.My tattoo, which evidently is a symbol that means ‘fall down seven times, stand up eight, is of course still on my wrist today. Up until writing this, I guess I tried to pass it off as something truly deep and meaningful, that I was simply feeling enlightened at the time of getting said tattoo but now I’m coming clean. I just went to the extreme of calling someone’s bluff, and now I’m calling my own. Not all tattoos have a deeper sort of meaning, or insightful and intricate designs tied to memories or existential enlightenment. Every time I glance down at my wrist, I’ll admit that I smile at my own loyalty to stubbornness and stupidity, but I definitely won’t have it removed. It’s part of my story I guess.
So what have you done to call someone’s bluff? What lengths have you gone to call someone out on their actions and activities? Are they are permanent as mine? I’d love to see someone else with a bluff-calling tattoo. We’ll start a club, get t-shirts and talk about the permanence of stupidity.
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