‘Carpe Diem’ just looks cool on her wrist now. It’s not serving the purpose it was meant to do. Did she think getting a tattoo will give her super natural powers to seize every day? Oh well, if only.
Some still find it sacrilegious that she could violate her body by inking it permanently with a phrase they could hardly understand. She usually takes the high road and goes, ‘Oh, it’s in Latin’, meaning, you really don’t want to know what it means and end up asking her how many days she has seized since getting it or give her perplexed looks on why on earth she would choose that, as, ‘a cute butterfly would have looked good, no?’, and ‘No’, she would want to yell at their faces.
Now, saying it’s in Latin with a stern smile will end some conversations. However, the more persistent ones will go on, ‘did it hurt?’, ‘how much did you pay for it?’, ‘was the needle as big as your butt?’ and it will go on until they are convinced that they have convinced her in letting her know what a fruitless exercise it was to get a tattoo.
For her getting a tattoo was some sort of catharsis. When the needle poked her she didn’t feel any pain. (‘Like seriously, no pain. You should try’, she would say!) She felt accomplished about something. A step in chasing her dreams and damn seize that one day, and live her life with no rules. She decided she would leave it to her kids to do all the mockery as they know best, when she has them. Until then she is not going to be deterred and is already planning on getting two more.
Something in Greek or Hebrew maybe this time?