Wednesday, February 04, 2009
Which is an interesting way to put it, because what I actually want to write is something like: "#9-I have a tattoo", and leave you all surprised and amazed. But I'd be lying. I don't have one and as much as I kinda want one, I'm not getting one, and here's why.
I hope to someday die a martyr.
(This is the part where you say, "...what in the world...that's a freaky thing to say")
But it's true. I have to die, at least that seems to be the general trend these days, so why not really die and have it maybe be meaningful? A martyrs death. The only trouble with this is...I don't really feel like being tortured. Firing squad would be ok, burned at the stake would be tougher--but still ok. But tortured for hours, days, years...I don't really want to do that, you know? Which brings me to the tattoo. If I got one, it would be a very small mark, just plain letters on my ankle and it would say Jesus' (note the apostrophe indicating posession). Not "Jesus" like the God person. Jesus', like the owner. But I think having that name singed into my ankle might be a really good excuse for some Muslim or Hindu radical to cut off the foot, torturishly. Someone once suggested I could put it on my neck instead because then if they went to cut it off, viola, Martyr's death, but I don't know. I think I'll stay unpainted and just know instead what I would have put there on my little ankle if I'd had the nerve to be tortured someday
So wierd, I know.