Hello and happy Thursday. It might not feel like it but it’s been a while since I sat down and looked back on the things that made me happy two years ago. I finally have the time, and what’s more important, the right mindset to think about happy things.
Now, let’s remember that 2018 was a rough year for me, or at least, it was the buildup to a generally bad time in my life, so many of the things that I said made me happy then might not make me happy now. Today’s random happy thought is weird, and you’ll see why.
April 2nd, 2018: Getting tattoos makes me happy.
Remember those “bad tattoo” posts I published a while back? Yes, on April 2nd, 2018, when I was on the verge of an existential crisis, I got two tattoos, one of which was misspelled and I have already covered up. Here’s some advice for everyone, okay? Listen up (or read up). The first thing that you should know is that tattoos are never “the solution” to anything. Seriously, it’s like the breakup haircut, only it’s permanent, and also, since you’re probably not feeling 100% you won’t notice that it’s probably ugly or, like in my case, misspelled. Now, attached to that, please do not consider switching tattoo artists if you do decide that what you need in your life is some ink. Going to a shop that is a few blocks away because it’s less of a hassle than going to your usual artist is a bad idea, trust me. Finally, and again, I know this from experience, having any number of tattoos will not prevent you from getting one that you might regret. I covered up part of my eleventh tattoo because I was convinced that what my life needed was more ink, and I wasn’t responsible about it. And guess who I went to see when it was time for a coverup? Of course, it was “my guy,” the one who’s been tattooing me since 2014. And he was so nice and nonjudgmental about it…that made me super happy.
What is one thing you’ve done that you thought would make you happy but didn’t? Let me know in the comments below.
Love, Miss Camila