Jimmy :)

I felt the same way for eons. Eventually I decided my liking the tattoo was the only reason that counts. Now I have one tattoo. It symbolizes nothing.

(What does fascinate me is people with no money and tats. Tats are really expensive!)

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I remember once, as a kid, we were driving through a poor neighborhood and I recall seeing one of the properties - single wide trailer, vehicle on blocks in the driveway, tall weeds, discarded washing machine out front - and the man standing in his yard looking quite haggard and down trodden. And his tattoos. At my young, impressionable age they all tied in together. Maybe not the case now but those things stick with you.

Other than that couldn't have cared less about ever getting one.

Yep. Like the guy with the clapped out S-10 pickup buying two packs of smokes and $50 worth of lottery tickets.

+1 on expensive. Pushing $1,000 for something moderate in size and nicely done.

I have 3. Got them when I had external beam radiation treatment for prostate cancer. One on each hip and one below my navel so the laser aiming could radiate me in exactly the same spot for 6 weeks. All are the size of a pinhead.

Commented to the tech who did them that I had made it 65 years without ink and asked if they could just mark me with a sharpie. She replied in the negative and got to work.

I view them much the same as my scars, as good sources of stories.

I've just never had the desire to have a tattoo or any piercings, no real reason, just not my thing.

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Tattoos are just not “me”….I don’t think I could pull them off. I have a couple of friends with full sleeves and honestly they look amazing, but I could never come up with any idea/phrase/graphic that I’d want emblazoned on me forever. Nothing against them though….some are truly incredible artwork

The dots would be like Brody's appendix scar when Quint and Hooper were talking about their multitude of sea "war" scars.

For me, I can never come up with a why I did it. I would need that before getting any tatoo. A purpose that makes sense.

+1

Why not just yer name?

Boob :D

Was on a music cruise years ago.... his name was Fred.

Fread :)

I kid you not...

Reasons:
Never felt the need for one.
Too cheap to spend the money.
Never saw a body I felt looked better with ink.
A needle is going to be stuck into me multiple times?

No thanks
Les

Never had one, but had lots reasons to get one. They look good the first few years, but after that they looked smuged. Son in law has both arms done. Now it looks like he has two black sleeves.

I have one. I've had it for...24 years now. Almost no one knows (it's on my shoulder and I typically wear clothing in my profession). To me, tattoos are personal and not to scream to other people "Hey! Look at me!!".

The only tattoos I don't understand are ones that could/would prevent you from getting a job, like face and neck. But I've always been a I don't care what you do, just don't hurt anyone kind of person so who cares who has what tattoo. Feel free to stay on my lawn, just don't dig any holes and clean up when you're done.

I have considered getting one tattoo and like many here, it was something that was very meaningful. And it would have been a conversation starter and tasteful. I rowed in college and coached for years after. If you know someone who rows, chances are they are part of segment of rowers for which the sport takes over your life. It certainly did for me. Each school or team has their own colors and pattern on the oar blades. So a pair of crossed oars on my upper arm with Brandeis Crew colors would have been cool and tasteful and something I could show my entire life.

Just never got to it. A little late now. I still think about those days in college how incredible they were, and coaching after, I'll spare you the stories but I still have friends now 35+ years old from those days.

6 am one day in 1988

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Later that morning

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The only tattoo I have ever considered is to emulate the numbers tattooed on my father’s forearm. A remnant of his time in Auschwitz. Thinking about that I came to the conclusion that he didn’t have a choice. I do… so I didn’t.

Our son was a swimmer at Yale and many teammates had a Y on the inside of their upper arm or back of the shoulder. The team was always tight knit And remain so. He was thinking of getting one, but it never happened.

But he has talked about getting some arm tattoos at some point. Hopefully he doesn’t, but that’s up to him.

That would be more applicable to another person on this thread (not their name but no name to be mentioned)

My wife's niece has a tat of her husbands name on her right shoulder. Now they're going through a divorce. Good times!

brutal. thanks for sharing.

It used to be that Jews did not get tattoos, because of The Holocaust. Now of course, that has gone completely out the window with younger generations. I was with three young guys from Israel yesterday, (they were there to estimate fixing our security gates and add some fortifications), all three had tats and the main guy looked to be inked from head to toe. His arms were completely covered down to his hands and had neck tats, etc. All black/grey ink and good work, a lot of it looked like religious stuff written in Hebrew with Roman numerals, etc. You never want to stare at someone's tattoos and try to read them, it's the height of rudeness with a stranger and will get you a beating in the wrong venue. These were nice young guys and I'm sure that he would have explained the tats if asked but it's still rude to ask, IMO. :cool:

Never wanted a tat, I figured, "why mess with perfection"

My working career was as a Diamond Driller and we get a lot of steel slivers from the pipe wrench jaws, I've had hundreds, we all have. A co-worker said it best about tats, "Pay money to get stuck with steel, eff that, they pay me money to get stuck with steel."
I did know a guy that died from a steel sliver, they flew him out to see the Doc who dug out the sliver and wrote him a prescription, he went to the bar and got hammered, stepped off the curb and got hit by a bus.
All started with that poke of steel.

RIP Gary