Burnbridge wrote:
I couldn't stand the idea of having a mishmash of unlike objects on me.
To me, those old photos of sailors with a ton of random tattoos, all jumbled together with the only plan being "Where is there room for the next one?" always looked great. Like a patchwork quilt, with each individual piece telling it's own story. That's what I want, and am doing, for me. though with the individual tattoos, I'm not really going for the old-school style.
I am keeping my right arm clean, so I can have one cohesive sleeve.
To the original poster: I don't know whether it has anything to do with Asperger's, but my tattoos have made me worlds more confident in myself. And I still love all of them, even the old bad ones. They are part of me, they help tell the story of me, and I've never regretted them (even the visible ones that may hinder me professionally or socially) for so much as a second.
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If life's not beautiful without the pain,
well I'd just rather never ever even see beauty again.
Well as life gets longer, awful feels softer.
And it feels pretty soft to me.
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