Let's see, what else exciting happened? One of my carers got a new tattoo while he was at home. It looks good. For me as a layman also very cleanly stung. When I was looking through the pictures on Instagram of the studio where he works, some of the work particularly caught my eye. These guys can - and do - do watercolour tattoos. I'll start saving then. I'm afraid I might have to buy some shares.
Okay, that was a bit of a leap.
I just put the long story on my to-do list. It's a more extensive topic.
Short version: unspecified tattoo wish a good 20 years ago. Around 2010, I finally know what I really want. A few more years go by without me taking care of it. At that time I still believed that the company was the most important thing in life (I deliberately say only company and not work). This went on until a friend told me she wanted to check it out too. So come on, how many more invitations do I actually need? Let's go there and get down to business. Thanks to Janina, by the way. Wink smiley.
Was a good plan. On the break paper. The disillusionment was not long in coming. The first consultation revealed that what I had in mind was possible and quite interesting. No one seems to have done it like that before. Probably not everyone can do it in the technique I want. I was also aware that the fun would cost me a good four-figure sum and I don't even want to know how many appointments. What I didn't realise, however, was that I would have to wait at least one and a half to more than two years for the first of these appointments. But that I would also have to find the right shop again, which is more in demand than free beer at the Wiesn. That was clear.
In order to have at least a small success, I took the opportunity to have the smallest tel of the whole stitched. Another customer didn't show up. I have to admit, I thought it would be quicker. Looking at the clock didn't make it any better. It said, "It's all happening very quickly, it just seems so long. Time is passing pretty slowly at the moment.
And then came Corona.
And then came the lockdown. And all of our lives were determined by it, whether we want to admit it or not.
And then the EU came along with its bullshit ban on all tattoo colours. Which, by the way, I find much worse than the lockdown. In my opinion, it was compellingly justified. I'll make a note of that in a moment and write down a few sources that support my opinion. After all, belief is not knowledge, but only opinion. And an opinion without a source is and remains just an opinion. And opinions have no place in scientific discussions, are superfluous and have zero significance. Even if it is mine. What a conclusion. Not from bad parents.
