What is in a name? Juliet questions that a name does not define a person or thing. She reasons that a rose smells the same no matter what it is called. I beg to differ. I am sure we all have heard the saying that once you get your significant others name tattooed or share the same one your relationship is doomed?
In my thirties I went through a kind of rebellious stage. I wanted to make a statement. I went from preppy, to dark. I wore a smoky eye (day and night), had funky short hair, piercings, and tattoos. I always seem to take things to the extreme maybe it is my dramatic personality. I don’t know if that is good or bad, maybe both if I can learn to bridal it.
I don’t believe in luck (good or bad), or superstitions. I have been known to open an umbrella indoors, and guess what no rain. It is just my nature, I believe in God. I believe my life is his, and he is in control.
That being said, we are all made with free will. With free will can come poor choices, and then we reap the consequences. I have made plenty of poor choices in my day.
At thirty five I got my first tattoo. I was so thrilled. In route to I-drive in Orlando (tourist central), with my whole family, as it was my Mother’s Day gift. I already had my nose pierced so this was obviously next in step. I sat looking through the portfolios of the artists, and picked the dude for the job. His body was a canvas, a colorful piece of artwork. My kids sat right outside the room as I underwent the makings of his artist hands. It did not hurt at all. Two hundred and fifty dollars later, I left with a beautiful vibrant tribal cross. Its placement was perfect. It sat right under my neck bone, and between my shoulder blades. Not too big in size, it was Turquoise and black. It is still bold in color to this day. I am proud to show it off. With the right shirt, it can be seen all summer long. I am not one to dress scantily, but a nice racer back tank top makes it twinkle. It has received many a compliment.
Now let’s fast forward, two years later. I was wanting another tattoo. I was not creative in this sort of thought for design. In much haste, I readied myself for my second. I did think it odd I drank before this one, I was not nearly as excited either. It was almost depressing, but I still went with my then husband in tow. We picked a font, and I sat (inebriated), as what began the first letter of my husbands name. Yep, this really happened. What was to be “Britton“, down my right arm. I always liked his name. He was a musician, and had quite the IMDB when he did work. Hence the word did. He made his mark from time to time in Audio Post Production for Feature films/Video games. I was his biggest fan. He could no wrong in my eyes. I mean come on we had been married sixteen years, and I took my vows very seriously. This time sixty dollars later, and a very heavy hand; I stood a little wobbly to look. Which that did not go off well, Britt was not happy with me at all. I knew there would be discussions of that later. When I looked in the mirror the image did not read his name it read ugly! It was just plain ugly. The B looked like a G. So what was supposed to be Britton looked like Gritton in dark red/black lettering down my arm.
Now fast forward to today. I still am branded with his name. It feels like I am still his, like a cow that was branded by his owner. I wear daily the name of a man I no longer know. My identity was once in being Britt’s wife. I am sure my husband Aaron loves seeing another man’s name etched on his wife for all to see. We have looked into the removal, but what was sixty dollars be put on is five hundred to have removed. Ouch, now that hurts!
So as summer is fast approaching, and the layering of winter will be to hot. It will be seen again (ugh). I just want to give you a few examples of what I am to be ready for. “So you must really like the country”? As to not let them in on their moronic statement, I nod and say, “yep fascinated by Great Britain”. I also get what does Gritton mean? Which ironically does have meaning in the urban dictionary. I hate it, so much regret in his name!!
So what is in a name, everything!! I am now branded, marked, etched, and stamped, and with a name I have not in want of. I bet I have none a tattoo like you.
So wait is it Britton or Gritton?