The Boy With The Neck Tattoo

I met a young man last eve that had a tattoo strategically placed on his throat.  Right under his chin.  Over top the ol' Adams' apple.  It looked pretty cool in all actuality.  However, he seemed perturbed that my friend and I were so engrossed in his explanation as to why that particular placement of his body art.  He didn't have one.  I interrupted at one point to save the scrambling child as he "uh-ed" and "uhm-ed" his way through some kind of cobbled together response.  

I interjected with, "It's about the experience, right?"  My friend mentioned being addicted to the pain of the experience and he shut her down rather quickly with an alarming amount of huff.  He began to get offended that we were asking him so many questions, all be it pseudo drunken ones.  We were curious about his intentions and my friend has an excellent nose for bullshit.  He was indeed full to the brim with the shit of the bull.  He feigned boredom at our inquiries because he had no idea why he did what he did.  Inflicting a large symbol for the entire world to see for the rest of your life is a bold and perhaps, courageous statement?  He clearly did the deed to garner attention for it and nothing more.  Tribesmen in Africa receive markings to mark moments in their history and hunting past.  It tells another person who this fucker is and what they've experienced.  This young man's neck art was not this.  Perhaps for him it captured a moment in space and time but shouldn't that then be something you hold near and dear to your heart and keep for yourself.  And then for those deemed worthy enough to view and share in it someday, you unveil the 'truthiness' of your very essence.  My body art is for me.  Always has been.  I capture things that are important life lessons.  Or I honour my ancestors with body homage.  I don't just throw some weird design on my body all willy nilly for all the world to see because it's trendy or will get me laid.  It made me sad really that this poor sap in his youth made such an ultimate choice and had no idea why.  Cuz it was cool, or like...whatever.  He had no bearing or sense of the impact that this choice would make on his life forever.  

Sure the world has become much more accepting about individuality but at what cost?  Now we have a generation of humans doing things just to do them.  Not connected to their choices in any real way, but you only get one, right?  A generation of vapid people showing off in drunken settings to pick up the opposite sex.  I for one would rather go fuck myself than a brainless, vacuous shell of a creature with no soul covered from head to toe with symbols void of substance.   

 

Moments of Clarity

Back in my day, people did what they say they would do.  You would tell another human being something and then, miraculously, you would do that thing.  Be it, show up when you'd say you would.  Or!  Surprisingly!  Do what you said you'd do.  Even if time had passed when you said it.  Even if something you deemed 'better' came along in the interim.  You would fucking say something and then take action in that department.  Is that called follow-through?  Fucking integrity?  Where has that gone?

People say things now.  People say a lot of things now.  There is no action.  There is no follow-through.  There is no "word" anymore.  There is just texting or messaging lame excuses that are so transparent it hurts and then nothing.  Then there is nothing.  I am a lost and forgotten fool in a sea of wandering minds and losers.  When I say I'm going to do something, I do it.  It's that simple.  Now, when things are said, buyer prepare to be tired and unaware that the person on the other end of things is immediately scheming words to somehow get out of the verbal contract made.  That's it though.  It's a verbal fucking contract.  If you tell me something, I am going to believe you.  Does that make me a fucking imbecile to trust you or you a fucking dick face for speaking words untrue?  The latter, for sure.  I have been bailed on more times than I can count.  But it never used to be this way.  Before cell phones, texting, messaging, instant this and that...there was only you and another human telling each other things that were true.  If you were dying, you would still show up and the other party would send you the fuck home.  Now?  Well it's quite another story indeed.  Now, there is talk and agreements and contracts written in the stars that are never fulfilled.  Perhaps in the moment all is well, and then...well and then whatever.  I'm over it.  I will not be the person who teaches other people that it's ok to bail.  Fuck me for being so naive in this day and age that I trust you at your word.  Fuck me for arranging my schedule thusly to accommodate your needs.  Nah, fuck you and the lies you rode in on.