Vince - meet Carmen!
AN INNOCENT REMARK made on a recent post of mine by my friend VinceSummers sparked a train of thought in my increasingly juvenile brain (advancing years seem to be bringing on a second childhood!).
Looking back over the years I used to be a quite mild-mannered gentleman - even if I say so myself - someone who would 'go with the flow', 'fall into line', 'run with the herd' and generally abide by the wishes of society and the norms of polite behaviour.
Not any more! As I get older I find myself less and less likely to accept situations I previously would have even if I was not particularly happy. More and more I find that I will speak up if I am not satisfied with something. Service in a restaurant, being taken advantage of at work, getting a bad deal with something or simply becoming more and more intolerant of minor but annoying happenings.
I also find that I no longer care what my fellow human beings think of me. Perhaps I should qualify that - I don't care what strangers think about me. The opinions of my family is something I do care about and I would not deliberately do anything which would serious upset them (which is why I had to return the Harley ).
This attitude extends to what I wear and what I look like. Although I still dress in a fairly conventional manner if I'm not happy wearing something I just don't wear it (despire urgings from Mrs Kasman). And this brings us to the subject of tattoos.
As I young man I did what all my friends did and submitted myself to the local tattoo artist and got a couple of nondescript tattoos. That was many years ago but the one in the photograph, which is on my left inner forearm, is brand new!
Yep - Carmen is just six weeks old!
So why did I get another tattoo at my age? Call it a second childhood. Call it an attempt to recapture my lost youth. Call it my newly-discovered rebellious streak (our daughter called it a 'B***dy stupid idea' ).
There is a certain image attached to someone who is tattooed. Unconventional, poorly educated, working class, even 'a criminal type'. The point is I don't care what people think! In my dotage I will do what keeps me happy and to hang with whether society likes it or not.
If you care to do some research into tattoos and their history you will find that there is a huge (and very interesting) sub-culture involved. Meanwhile, I will keep on being a silver-haired rebel.
And yes, I have plans for another tattoo in the near future
Image Credit » Kasman