I've been pondering this for days (gods help me).

I say "gods help me" because it was inspired by a rather insipid comic strip. i tend to read only about 6 of the daily strips in our paper but they do tend to grab your eyes sometimes and get you when your defenses are down. So um, er, thanks to "Luann" (argh) for making me wonder about this for myself to and wonder about others.

If you were going to get a tattoo (assuming you do not have one) what would you get? Why? And where?

Okay, do you have one? We shouldn't leave you out. What is it? Where is it? Why haven't I seen it? Oh. Sorry. I didn't mean to imply we were that intimate.

I expect I will go through life tattooless. Not because of religious hesitations, as I'm not observant and because I'm not a believer, (Jews with tattoos...you're not supposed to get a tattoo. It's in the Torah. Who knew? It's in Leviticus, by the way.)

No it's because I cannot comprehend choosing, deliberately volunteering to undergo something painful. Having lived with chronic, that is to say, daily pain since I was 20, i cannot imagine wanting to do something that would cause pain. Period. For any reason. I've gotten far better about looking at tattoos and seeing the cool of them, but I still shrink a bit. Especially when i see them on places that just would seem to hurt so much. Cringe, cringe.