Updated 7/21 2338
I was speaking to a co-worker a week or so ago, about nothing in particular. And like such conversations, it drifted seemingly without a goal, from one subject to another, till we alighted on tattoos. She is adamantly opposed to them–which I knew before the topic came up. So I asked her, half teasing, if her son had gotten one yet since she’s seen mine and knows that I am extremely pro-tattoo.
She said that he hadn’t, and then went into the various diseases one could get from getting one, such as hepatitis, or AIDS (despite the odds that you can get AIDS from a tattoo are minuscule).
To say that this bothered me was putting it lightly. What irked me was not that you could get certain diseases from tattoos–if the conditions are right, or perhaps wrong, then that’s a possibility.
The truth of it is that I have at had about three or four of them, and have caught none (knock on wood). Besides, considering that people have been getting them all over the world for at least 5000 years, they clearly can’t be that bad; though admittedly conditions were different back then.
The thing of it is that she’s personally afraid of them; I get that. The problem is that she’s spreading her fear like some sort of infection.
And that bothers me because, if her sone doesn’t want to get one, more power to him. The thing of it is that his decision should not be based upon an exaggerated estimation of the risk or what can go wrong because he might as well not get out of bed if he’s going to worry about all the extremely bad (and oftentimes unlikely) things that could happen.