Tattoo

Yesterday was my old roommate's birthday. She was an awesome roommate, helped me when I needed help, was very laid back about my boyfriend at the time being around a lot. She was from Florida and so cute and beach-y. There are about a hundred other things I could tell you about her - she was really great.

But you know what some members of my family call her? Tattoo. Because even after she had established herself as one of my good friends, someone spotted a little tattoo on her hip and that is now the one way that at least some people remember her.

I just think this is so interesting because it makes me wonder what my "tattoo" is to some people. Every person I know is complex and complicated with a multi-faceted personality. But all the time people see just one thing about you and that is what they remember.

Sometimes I am a really upstanding citizen and my "tattoo" might be volunteering or smiling at someone as I pass. But then again it might be snapping at my sister in public or cutting off a slow driver. They didn't seem like a big deal at the time, but now it seems like kind of a big deal...

Tattoo
Planned. Inked.
Expressing, regretting, camouflaging.
Judged for past decisions.
Quintessence

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