One of my best friends, Anju Venki got tatted yesterday for her 18th birthday, and it excited me even more for my first tat. Is your 18th birthday the perfect day to get your first tat? I think so. It's like a coming-of-age ceremony almost -- like how at 10, I got my first pair of earrings and at 13, I was finally able to make my instagram and snapchat accounts.
18, the age I can finally do things like get tatted or get hitched without needing my parent's permission. The age I need to be to work at many retail or casino jobs. The age where I'm suddenly old enough to go to jail. All these things I can't do when I'm 17 years and 364 days old, but add one more day, and I'm an adult! Yet every birthday I have, I don't feel different, does anyone?
So why 18? I've always been mature for my age, so I never thought it would hold me back, in fact I was glad I wouldn't start wrinkling as soon as my friends. But it does hold me back. It holds me back from my dream job and a secure future. It holds me back from getting a cute design permanently etched into my body. It's funny because my parents don't want me to get a tattoo, but they learned long ago that I'm a hard child to control because I'm so stubborn. I told them that for my 18th birthday, I was getting one. Yet, they still won't let me get one now, though I'm only a little over 2 months away. It's as if they want to hold off the inevitable for as long as possible.
I wish they would let me do it sooner, but this way it can be a coming-of-age ceremony. And I suppose that makes it more special. For Anju, and for me.
I'll be in New York when I turn 18. It'll be a sad birthday because it'll be the first without my friends and family. But cross my fingers that Columbae or Anju will pull through to see my first tat in person.
Much love from hails ;)