Say A Thing: Do A Thing.

Posted On 22 Mar 2014
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If you say you’ll do a thing, you should do that thing. Otherwise why bother saying anything at all? Your word is as good as meaningless. Thus the Guild; thus I live.

Or so I thought.

Then one day, tattoos came up in conversation…and guess what I found myself saying…

When I talk to people about tattoos, I hear the same old thing over and over again:

“I’d love to have something etched permanently into my skin, but I don’t like that it would be permanent and I don’t want to suffer any kind of discomfort in the process.”

I wonder to myself, “Would you also love to climb Mount Everest, but you despise being at altitude, hate physical exertion and think risking your life to stand on top of a peak is stupid?”

It seems to miss the point entirely.

That’s hypocritical of me, however. Despite loving tattoo culture and wanting to get tattooed for over a decade, I still don’t have any. Every attempt to work out a design for myself has failed horribly. My earnest efforts to come up with a ‘poignant and meaningful design’ using my hilariously stunted visual imagination have inevitably always ended up as a clusterfuck of cliches and confused concepts.

It’s no surprise: I have no experience in putting my thoughts, values and emotions into a visual art form, let alone in a format that will look good when drawn upon my body. Furthermore, I’ve always placed so much emphasis on the ‘meaning’ behind the design that I’ve overlooked the most important part: creating something beautiful and/or wonderful that will come to mean something in its own right, on account of being created uniquely for me and drawn upon me in a manner that will last forever.

I also have this bizarre tendency, when talking about tattoos, to use the expression “I don’t know what I’d get…”  It’s as if I think I only have one chance to be tattooed; as if this one tattoo has to be a perfect summary of my entire character, or it will be a total fucking disaster that I’ll regret forever.

It’s stupid.

I swore by the Full Moon that I would never be the type of person who says “I’d like to do X, but…” and then lists a collection of excuses that essentially explain why I don’t really want to do X.

I want to get tattooed. So it’s time to do something about it. This is, after all, my first year of doing things I’ve always wanted to do.

About the Author
Ed Gamester is a silly man who lives in the United Kingdom. He is the harbinger of Ghost Squad, singer of Gay Bum and author of A Rum Run Awry. He fights, kills and dies for TV and films, and gallivants around the place wrestling, drinking and lifting things for glory and profit. Where Ed treads, there stamp the boots of the Guild. Ed does not wear glasses, but feels this photograph makes him look more intelligent and artistically talented than he is. Feel free to contact him: he is disappointingly affable.

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