I Hate Needles, But I Have A Tattoo

I Hate Needles, But I Have A Tattoo

Here I am, a girl that hates needles getting a tattoo (or a few).

Growing up I hated going to the doctor. I hated the smell. I hated the white rooms. I hated the paper napkin they would make me wear. I hated the weight scale. I hated the cold stethoscope under my shirt. I highly disliked the woman that I called my doctor. Most of all I hated, HATED, getting shots.

Shots are like bee stings but thicker. You also can't slap shots away because they are being held by a big, scary nurse. I would have waterfalls of tears down my face. I would be tenser than an Original Six, Game 7, Stanley Cup playoff game. I would count in my head until the shot was over. I feel like I always got to one hundred and one before it was all over. Best part, I wouldn't just get one of these bad boys, I'd get 3 to 5 at the minimum.

Sometimes they would even require me to COME BACK and get more shots in a series. Let me tell you, the only series I liked as a child was Junie B. Jones, and I am POSITIVE she hated shots too.

My mom would have to drag me by my feet into the doctor's office. I can remember holding my breath when I would go into the doctor's office in hopes I was healthy enough to not get any shots.

I would ask my mom many times before going into the doctor's office if I was getting any shots today. She would say no, but then my doctor always had a new shot under her sleeve that I needed to take. I would tense up just sitting on the paper towel on those leather beds. It was like my doctor knew I hated shots and wanted me to be tortured. I swear I would see her smile and snicker when my mom would agree to a new series of shots.

Evil woman.

When I turned 13, my father passed away. He had a very iconic tattoo, in my opinion. I grew up seeing this bald eagle with its wings spread and a rose in its claws flying away from a sunset on my father's bicep. It was a beautiful piece he got when he was serving in the U.S. Air Force. He never knew how much I admired that tattoo. I was afraid because suddenly, he was gone, and it seemed like the sun had set on that eagle.

It was when I was 13, I knew I was going to get that tattoo on my body. It was for him because I am his legacy and the sun will not set while I am still kicking.

"But it is permanent."

"You will have it forever."

"Think about your wedding day, do you still want it then?"

"What about when you get old and wrinkly?"

"What if you gain weight?"

"Do you really want to do that much color?"

"Wait, don't you hate needles?!"


So, fast forward five years. I am 18. I am about to graduate high school and start real life. For my father's Earthly birthday, I got his tattoo put on my shoulder blade. It took 3 hours of bee sting feelings. I bit into my bundled up hoodie the whole time. It was a different feeling than a shot though. But you know what? I was an adult. I was not the 'fraidy child anymore. I sat there and felt every stroke because my father once felt the same thing.

At the end of the day, I was at peace. I took needles for 3 hours. I got a permanent piece of my dad on me forever. I was so happy. Here I am, a girl that hates needles getting a tattoo (or a few).

Cover Image Credit: Jen Wunder

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5 Perks Of Having A Long-Distance Best Friend

The best kind of long-distance relationship.

Sometimes, people get annoyed when girls refer to multiple people as their "best friend," but they don't understand. We have different types of best friends. There's the going out together best friend, the see each other everyday best friend and the constant, low maintenance best friend.

While I'm lucky enough to have two out of the three at the same school as me, my "low maintenance" best friend goes to college six hours from Baton Rouge.

This type of friend is special because no matter how long you go without talking or seeing each other, you're always insanely close. Even though I miss her daily, having a long-distance best friend has its perks. Here are just a few of them...

1. Getting to see each other is a special event.

Sometimes when you see someone all the time, you take that person and their friendship for granted. When you don't get to see one of your favorite people very often, the times when you're together are truly appreciated.

2. You always have someone to give unbiased advice.

This person knows you best, but they probably don't know the people you're telling them about, so they can give you better advice than anyone else.

3. You always have someone to text and FaceTime.

While there may be hundreds of miles between you, they're also just a phone call away. You know they'll always be there for you even when they can't physically be there.

4. You can plan fun trips to visit each other.

When you can visit each other, you get to meet the people you've heard so much about and experience all the places they love. You get to have your own college experience and, sometimes, theirs, too.

5. You know they will always be a part of your life.

If you can survive going to school in different states, you've both proven that your friendship will last forever. You both care enough to make time for the other in the midst of exams, social events, and homework.

The long-distance best friend is a forever friend. While I wish I could see mine more, I wouldn't trade her for anything.

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Personal Space Is More Important Than Socializing

Stop pretending you don't need a break from your friends (and life).


Firstly, I would like to say that FOMO is a very real thing.

For those born in the prehistoric era, that means 'fear of missing out'. It's something that definitely came with the age of technology, and the tendency for everyone to post the best aspects of their social lives in an attempt to prove they have one (don't stress, I'm the biggest culprit). It's also something that's potentially destroying our ability to prioritize our need for time alone.

I feel like we're all in a competition to be the most social person in our social media bubbles. I'm sure you can agree there's that pressure lurking every time you do something fun to whip out your phone and make sure you take a snap of it, to prove you actually did something with your day other than binge watch David Dobrik vlogs.

Even when the aspect of social media is removed, FOMO still hangs around. Sometimes I just don't want to go out. I don't want to get out of bed, to get dressed, brush my hair. Sometimes I simply don't want to socialize — small talk is exhausting! But yet, I get that feeling like I really should go out and see people, like I'm not spending my time wisely unless I'm soaking up every chance I get to hang out with friends. It's almost as if everyone thinks your life isn't of value if it isn't spent being around others, and I do agree with this — to an extent.

Before leaving for Alabama, the number one piece of advice I heard over and over was, "say yes to everything!" I was then usually told to make friends with as many people as I could, maybe even say hi to strangers once in a while! Anyone who had been on exchange previously recommended that I immerse myself in every experience that presented itself to me. After all, their favorite memories involved making new, unexpected friends.

I still strongly stand by this idea — I wouldn't have had half the experiences I've had so far if it weren't for this Yes Man mentality. However, I am now past halfway, and all I can say is I'm absolutely knackered. I'm all socialized-out! After being in the company of at least one other person every… single… minute… (I have a roommate) for the last 11 weeks, I can confidently say I've had enough. If I carry on this way, forcing myself to attend any and all outings, I quite possibly could implode… or at least want to crawl under a rock and never talk to anyone again (nearly at this stage already).

One thing I didn't realize until recently is just how much downtime I have to myself at home. Sure, I work or go to Uni most days, and I see my friends as much as possible. I also have my scheduled 6 p.m. family dinner followed by one-hour gossip session with mum each night. But at the end of each day, I would snuggle up in my big queen bed that I had all to myself (I'm single, thanks for reminding me) and finally feel relaxed. That was my designated time to myself that I could look forward to each day. Some nights I just put music on and lay down for hours doing absolutely nothing. That was the point though, I didn't have to do anything, and I didn't have anyone else to worry about.

Now, I might be lucky to get 10 minutes alone each day while I take a shower. Even then, my roommate occasionally drops in to go to the bathroom, and the thin shower curtain is the only thing standing between myself and a mental breakdown. Sometimes I want to hide behind that curtain all day. My happy place is now the small square corner of my bathroom, how sad is that?

I think the notion of spending time alone is severely underrated. Why have we created an idea that it's not OK to want to be alone every now and then? Why do we have to constantly be pushing ourselves to reach out to others and put ourselves out there? I absolutely love meeting new people and making new friends! But you know what else I love? Sitting on the couch with a hot Milo, binge-watching David Dobrik vlogs. So sue me! I think finding time to think about yourself only is just as essential for mental stability as surrounding yourself with friends and family.

After this experience, I know I will never feel ashamed to admit that I am going to miss out on doing something with my friends in order to be alone. It's literally the only thing that keeps me sane! (Can you tell I'm already going a little insane?)

I can now finally understand why mum used to be so happy when the school holidays were over. It's not that she didn't love us, she just valued her personal space! What a smart little lady!

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