In which I contemplate.

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This is a post in which I contemplate getting a tattoo. Or a puppy... inside joke. Anyways... I want a tattoo but I'm not sure if I actually want one, or if peer pressure has finally gotten to me subconsciously. I mean, it won't be on my face, or anywhere visible when I'm wearing normal clothes. But I run amok in sports bras almost everyday in the summer or when the temperature hits above 95ºF. And I love going to the beach and when there I wear swimsuits. So it would be visible during those times. It won't be a tramp stamp – cause if I ever get preggers I'll be wanting an epidural, I'm a wimp like that.

So why aren't you getting one? I hear myself ask, my voice echoing around the room as loudly as history's first Echo. Because I'm indecisive and I want to make sure this isn't some strange fad/phase I'm going through and my mother says no.

But, Margaret, you're 22 you should do whatever the fuck you want because you're an adult. True. But the untrue part of that statement is that I can't really do whatever the fuck I want because my parents are still putting me through college and therefore I'm not financially independent of them.  And therefore, henceforth and so on, I think it would only be respectful.

Or it just might be a Filipino thing.

Yes, I'm Filipino. Well, half – on my mom's side obviously. But my dad almost had a heart attack when I mentioned the idea. Not literally though, he just kind of turned red and his eyes got all big and then he just started shaking his head. It's a generational thing too I think. That and my parents both work at jobs where image is everything and they way you present yourself to people is number one.

So yes. There is my absurdly long post where I speculate about getting a tattoo and why I can't do it because my mommy says no. It's a respect thing really. But I'm working on it.