Adaptation

Being a person who has several tattoos, I get this a lot;

"Are you sure you're going to want that when you're 80?"
"That's going to stay there forever."
Or
"I don't think it was a good decision."

When you were a teenager, when you first got your braces off, you didn't look at yourself and say
"Crap. Well, I hope this changes so I don't have this smile forever."

You said

"This is me now, I will grow into it."

Same thing with me and my tattoos. Rocky Morgan today is a guy with a few tattoos. It is who I am now. I am already used to it, although not everyone else is.
In life, you must be able to adapt to things you can not change. When you sprain your ankle as a child, you limp. You don't stop trying to walk because it hurts.

I wish I shaved my leg more. I only say 'leg' instead the plural form 'legs' because my right leg isn't anything that requires shaving quite yet. Yes, soon it shall be, but as for now, it will remain manly. I wish I shaved my left leg every other day so it would remain in its prime condition, or at least the way I like it.

I still love when I wear my cut-offs and get off color stares from old women, parents, and children. I get looks from teens, but a look isn't the same as a stare, if you follow me..

I realize Tonight's entry doesn't have much weight to it, compared to others, but you can't expect every firecracker to go off.

See you soon world,

Rocky Morgan
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