Since I was about 14 years old, I have fantasized with the idea of getting a tattoo. It all started when I went on a trip to Atlantis in the Bahamas with my parents. The resort had fake-tattoo kiosks all over, and seeing as we were on vacation and I nagged my father endlessly to let me get one, he and I got one together during the last few days of our trip. Unfortunately for dad, giving into my constant begging ended with me realizing – ‘Dude, this looks so good, I wanna get a real one.’
Over the next 4 years, I got a series of different fake-tattoos in an attempt to decide what real one I wanted. And although the designs always changed, one thing always stayed the same: I wanted a dolphin. I could try to explain why I love dolphins so much, but thats a 20min rant that I’ll have to give people in person (or another blog post, we’ll see). But the summary is dolphins are freakin’ amazing, I’ve always loved them, and I loved (and still love) the idea of having a pretty design of a dolphin on my body for the rest of my life.
Fast forward to 1st year of University. I had drawn out an entire design for my tattoo, a absolutely gorgeous dolphin peaking through the waves towards the viewer. The only problem – if I wanted to actually get this tattoo, it was so intricate that it would have had to be GIANT. And while I loved the idea of a tattoo, the idea of putting an 8in x 11in drawing on my body wasn’t very appealing (especially as the very first tattoo I ever get). So again I put the idea on the backburner – I’d already waited 4 years, I could wait a bit longer right?
December. Exam Season. What did my parents think I was doing? Studying. What was I actually doing? Procrastinating by drawing possible dolphin tattoos on my body. And while I totally ended up failing my Chemistry exam, I succeeded in finally deciding the tattoo design I wanted. But it would be another 3 months before my best friend and I ended up going to the tattoo parlor to actually get our first tattoos.