I have a mischevious nature and sometimes I just love to let it loose. For example:
I have a couple tattoos. Most people don't know I have them, including my mother. As most people have no idea and it's not typically a topic of conversation, I don't usually have need to announce the fact, and I'm not into swimming anymore (unfortunately, but can't afford the membership), that fact about me remains hidden to people who know me.
Many of my friends are very solid, very traditionally-minded Catholics and Protestants, and most of them have very strong opinions about many things. Usually when one of us goes off on a rant about something, we're all ranting together in full agreement.
Until it comes to tattoos. Then, this is truly one of my favorite things to do: I let them go off on their anti-tat rant. When they are sufficiently into it and have properly denounced not just the artform, but those who practice it, engage in it, become a canvas for it, etc, I will quietly pipe up and say, "I have tattoos."
This is my favorite part:
I love to watch the colors that particular ranter turns when they hear my little confession. They are typically shocked right on down to their little bitty toes and back, and clearly have NO IDEA what to say or how to reach. I love the look of horror that comes over their countenances when they realize what they said, and in fact, their very personal attacks actually applied to someone in their presence they consider to be a friend (and good Catholic). I especially adore the sputtering sound that comes out of them as they try to backtrack, even apologize for what they just said...
And there I sit, enjoying the show, smiling, not offended one bit. After all, they're entitled to their opinion.
But if they are entitled to their opinion, it seems to me that I am likewise entitled to a bit of harmless entertainment at their expense. ;-)
Ah, yes, life with Adoro.
2 comments:
Hey, 'tats' aren't taboo with me; I just don't like them. Wouldn't even consider getting one, EVAH.
And, well. Anyway.
But that's me.
So what?
I've lived a very sheltered life...there's lots I don't get; so I don't sweat it.
I don't turn purple.
I just laugh.
Is that okay:<)!
LOL ~ I laugh, why shouldn't you? One day I'll tell you the story of my tats and how inane they are.
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