I can actually voice a valid opinion on this subject, being that I am covered in a tattoos and a former body piercer and tattoo apprentice.
In my opinion there are 4 different types of people who get tattoos:
1. People who get tattoos (or even just a single tattoo) to express who they are as individuals, generally being a tattoo/s of something or some
one that they love or an activity that they love, i.e. a deceased family member, music related, car related, ect.
2. People who
WANT tattoos and can't
AFFORD them and end up with some really REALLY horrible ink preformed by a "hack". (I myself am guilty of 2 offenses in this catagory)
3. People who are unsure with themselves as individuals. Some people have an "identity crisis" and come to the conclusion that a tattoo will "make them cooler" or more "socially accepted". Or, people who get a tattoo just to say they have one. The end result is not always a bad tattoo, but generally a bad choice in tattoo, and most times ending in regrets and disappointment. For some people, this gets way out of control and a lot of times end up being horribly disfigured with hundreds of hours of body modification and end up working for a freak show. And I don't mean this derogatory, either, some of the "freak show people" I have met are actually really nice people.
4. And last, people who get tattoos for the shear "shock factor". Sometimes this ties into the last part mentioned in #3. But there are some people out there that want, or already have, their entire bodies covered in ink, piercings, dermal implants, tongue splitting, tattooing their eyeballs, having their teeth reshaped...... All kinds of interesting and bizarre shit. I try not to judge, and to each their own. I support body modification, but I also believe that people should be educated in their decisions.
Scottie J
Definitely better when someone who takes meds for psychosis stays on there meds. I had a roommate once who attacked me for failing to wash a few things that another roommate had left in the kitchen sink. He saw a psychiatrist once a week. I think his next visit he divulged his freakout and moved out a few days later, most likely on the advise of the shrink.
I am a mother effing a-hole when I run out of my meds. They are definitely a financial and life priority for me.
The smell in your apartment is probably due to fat-slap sex. I'm not talking standard run-of-the-mill fat slapping, I'm talking industrial hanging flesh slappin'. Probably has permeated the carpet and walls. There may be grounds for you to get out of your lease if the smell remains. Creepish visual, don't think I would sleep well. Well good luck with that Scottie.
That is awfully horrible and hilarious at the same time. Bwahahahahaha!