I don’t have a tattoo. Although I have considered it briefly in the past, I’ve never gotten a tattoo for two reasons.
One, I can’t think of a single design today that I could guarantee I’d still care for in a few decades. I mean–think about what you thought was cool twenty years ago. See what I mean? Scary.
Two, I’d be afraid of what it might look like over time. I’ve seen too many tats that devolved into blue blotches and stuff like that. And yes, I know: tat tech has probably come a long way since that old sailor got that mermaid on his arm. But still. I’m paranoid and neurotic. Just humor me and back away slowly.