Wikipedia defines Attraction as: A force that, exerted between or among bodies, tends to make them approach each other or prevents their separating.

Sounds so simple but in reality it’s anything but. It’s a natural feeling, a trait that all of us posess, the ability to be attracted by and to other things, living or otherwise.

Whether it be people, places, things, it really doesn’t matter what it is. We are all different and as such, we are attracted to different things. Thankfully the world is full of so many exciting and wonderful things to keep us occupied for all of eternity.

On the other side of that endless supply of attraction is a trade off of sorts. As we all know, right along side attraction comes desire. That’s when it gets to be a bit more difficult. Difficult to not let that attraction for whatever it might be get ahold of us, driving us straight down the road to misery merely because we can’t obtain whatever it is we are attracted to, that thing (or things) we desire.

This isn’t to say that attraction and desire can’t be good things because they surely can be. They give us purpose, drive, motivation, all of those reasons that we need to pursue our goals, to chase after our WHY. Ah yes, our why.

Why do we get up in the morning? Why do we bother to get out of bed? Why do we go to work and struggle through all of lifes trials and tribulations? Why do we continue to ride this roller coaster of highs ‘n lows? If we don’t have a why, we’re pretty much not going to get very far in life….if anywhere at all.

Our why can also be the basis for our goals. Without our goals, how would we ever find a direction, a path in which to begin our journey? Why would we even bother? If there wasn’t anything waiting for us at the end of the rainbow, nothing to achieve, no fuel for our passion, then why even get started. Might as well lay around on the couch all day, doin’ nothin’.

Motivation is also affected by attraction. If we are attracted to something (or someone) we’re much more likely to go after it, to take risks, to go out on a limb to make it happen. Yes, motivation plays a huge part in what we achieve in life and again, without it, tons of couch time is sure to be in our future.

I also believe that the Law of Attraction plays a huge part in our lives. While some of you might think it’s just Mumbo Jumbo, I firmly believe that if you put your effort into thinking positively about what it is you really want out of life rather than concentrating on all the negative stuff you don’t want, your life can and will be changed for the better.

Sure, there’s a pretty good chance that a naked Genie isn’t gonna pop out of a Lamp any time soon but that’s not to say that some good things aren’t bound to come your way. Along with good thoughts, some form of action is also required to make any positive changes in your life but the combination of those two can and will pay huge dividends in your future.

Why not give it a shot? After all, what have you really got to lose anyway? I can’t think of anyone that couldn’t use a bit more good stuff happening in their lives. Even the wealthiest people on earth want more out of life. That’s what keeps them motivated, driven to succeed. They all have a why that drives them to do more, to be more, to live more.

Attraction is also a huge force in our relationships, those that we’ve been in, are currently in and those that we would like to be in. After all, what else motivates us to even think about risking our most precious resource, our hearts, in such a way? If we aren’t attracted to someone, why take a chance on having our hearts stepped on, chopped up, mangled and thrown away like a worthless piece of nothing? Way too risky, wouldn’t you agree?

And knowing this all too well, Match.com just happens to throw some bait our way, telling us “It’s ok to look”, knowing damn well that we’re gonna look! And once we look, we’re pretty much screwed at that point. That’s when good ol’ attraction kicks in and we see someone we want to know better. And then it’s on!

All the inner turmoil begins, the angst, the anxiety, all the questions start brewing in our minds and in our hearts. Should we take it to the next level and contact this person? Lay our hearts on the line? What if they reject us? Even worse, what if they don’t respond at all? Damn attraction! Gets us every time.

While some people find it’s enough for them just to be wanted, to be needed by someone, I myself find that it’s even more difficult to find a connection that is mutual. A connection to where both of us feel the same about each other.

While I might not be the greatest catch in the world, I’m surely not the worst either. At least I hope not anyway. I mean, haven’t you heard about our overcrowded Prison system? Ok then, there’s gotta be someone in there that’s not as dateable as I am. HA!

And so I feel that it’s my decision as to whom I choose to pursue. I truly believe that attraction HAS to be mutual. I think deep down inside we all want someone to desire us and want to be with us as much as we want to be with them. Nothing wrong with that at all.

And I also believe that attraction can’t be manufactured, either it’s there or it isn’t but it it’s not up to us to decide. Like happiness, it’s an inside job and so the Universe is just gonna have to take care of it.

Whether we want to admit it or not, I truly believe that the initial spark as it were has to be there right from the start. We all want butterflies and to a certain degree, we can hope that a caterpillar will eventually do its thing and blossom into a wonderful winged creature, fluttering inside our tummies but still there are no guarantees.

No guarantees that we’ll ever find that mutual attraction. Does it mean that we should settle for less than we want out of a relationship? Should we just give up? In my opinion, hell no! I think that the minute you settle for less, less than what you want, less than what you deserve, you will always be disappointed.

We all want to be loved, it’s only natural and I for one believe that we were never put on this earth to be alone. And it’s attraction that will keep us moving forward on our quest, our quest to find our Life Partner, our Soulmate as it were.

So thankfully, attraction is just there, like a built in GPS. A part of our being, part of our Soul, a driving force within us because without it, we’d surely be lost.

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Is that so wrong? Too much to ask? It’s the age old battle, I would assume pretty much since the beginning of time. How can I spend my days (or nights) doing what I love, following my passions as opposed to spending an entire lifetime following the rest of the sheep, herded along the freeways, taking the safe road to nowhere and needless to say not too happy about it?

After all, isn’t working at what you enjoy more or less like not working at all? Wouldn’t you much rather spend your days with a big smile on your face as opposed to a permanent frown? I know I would, that’s for sure.

And when you do something you’re passionate about, you end up with a much nicer end result. Such a wonderful feeling of accomplishment from a job well done. Can you just imagine the feeling of never wanting your day to end because you’re having so much fun? Only to be surpassed by the relentless amount of sleepless nights, laying there, so amped up thinking about all the things you want to accomplish the next day.

Heck, who needs an alarm clock when you never actually fall asleep anyway. Hard to imagine lack of sleep being a good thing but I guess in this case it would be.

No doubt that’s the life I wanna live. Knowing that tomorrow is going to be even better than today was. Wouldn’t that be the greatest life ever? I’d have to think so.

OK then, now that we know HOW we want our life to be, how do we go about creating the life of our dreams? In essence, how do we cash in on our passion?

First off, we need to identify what it is we are actually passionate about. Basically it comes down to a matter of deciding what it is you’d look forward to waking up and doing every day, rain or shine, regardless of whether or not you were getting paid to do it.

I can name a few things right off the bat. I’ve always had a passion for Antiques & Collectibles. The thrill of the hunt, the rush of the discovery, the interaction with the current custodian as it relates to purchasing the object, overcoming my overwhelming desire to own every rare antiquity on earth & finding a new caretaker and lastly, the warm ‘n’ fuzzies I get from knowing that my find is on it’s way to a new home, increasing the enjoyment of all others that get to view it. And then the process begins again. Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose but it never seems to diminish the thrill of the hunt.

Another dream of mine, ever since I wrote my first short story back in Elementary School has been to be an Author. Most likely fiction but as much as I enjoy writing from my heart, it’s entirely possible that I would also dabble in the non fiction genre a bit.

As I’m sure you can tell I’ve never actually taken any writing classes or pursued writing in any aspect so perhaps it’s the fact that Stephen King and I share the same birthday (NO, not the same year!) that might have something to do with my passion for writing, I’m not exactly sure. One thing’s for certain though, I really love Blogging and would truly enjoy taking it to another level.

I’d have to say that the third thing on my Passion List would be painting Murals. My goal would be to learn how to paint Trompe L’ O’eil, “Trick Of The Eye” Murals for both indoor and outdoor applications. For those unfamiliar with this style of art, in essence it’s creating the realistic feeling of something that although you know darn well it’s not really there, it appears so realistic that you have to question yourself as to what you’re actually looking at.

This can be as simple as a Faux plaster finish on an interior wall, maybe a window with a view of the vineyard in the distance all the way up to a giant hole in the outside wall of a building, thereby allowing a peek inside.

Of course, all of these scenarios are only limited by ones imagination. Unfortunately, this painting technique would require years of training to master and as such will have to remain a ways down on my list of wannados.

Right next to scowering the oceans of the world in search of sunken Spanish Gallions and Pirate Ships. I’m so enthralled by the thought of uncovering undiscovered treasures, one of a kind artifacts, things that mere money can’t buy. I get tingles just thinking about it. I guess I have some sort of an Indiana Jones complex.

So with the last two passions on my list being a bit out of reach (for now) it’s still entirely possible that I could make a go of the other two. I’m enamored with history and to be able to travel the globe in search of the rarest of the rare, only one in existence type items, with unlimited funding from a long list of interested buyers eagerly anticipating my next find would truly be a dream come true.

To peruse thousand year old buildings throughout Europe in search of who knows what and learning everything I can about the countries and their cultures would just be icing on the cake. And then to top it off, if I could write about my adventures along the way, then my life truly would be a dream come true.

So with all that being said, now comes the difficult part. How do I go about creating this so called dream life? How do I bridge the gap between following my passions, in hopes of making money rather than merely trying to find something that will keep me afloat for now. Not just another quick fix, regardless of whether or not I enjoy it. No doubt it’s gonna take a huge leap of faith on my part to even remain focused long enough to give it a shot.

Especially in todays turbulent world, it can be very difficult to risk everything (or in my case what little I have left) to take a chance on living a life full of fun & pleasure. Not that there are any guarantees of making money these days by following a safer, seemingly risk free path yet it can still be much more dangerous to climb out on the ledge and take a serious leap of faith, hoping for a smooth landing.

If you’re anything like me, I grew up thinking that work was a necessary evil we were all forced to endure in order to survive. Definitely not something to look forward to, that’s for sure. Anything you wanted to do or for that matter enjoyed doing would have to be squeezed in after work hours.

Getting over that guilt trip is a challenge in itself. Let alone coming up with a way to monetize my passions. It’s no wonder I never attempted this transition to fun and freedom prior to this, it appears to be a road filled with land mines, all of them just waiting to explode.

Should I even allow myself to dream of such a fantasy life, a life of traveling around the world in search of the unknown? An endless list of anxious buyers, eagerly awaiting my latest Blog Post direct from a beautiful white sand beach in Bora Bora, boasting of all my newly found treasures.

I guess what it truly comes down to is the fact that it’s entirely up to me to change my life. To create the life of my dreams. No one else is gonna do it for me, that’s for sure. In fact I’ve come to realize that mentioning to others about how you plan on changing your life for the better only brings out feelings of animosity and then the negativity begins to flow. “How dare you try to enjoy your life when I’m stuck here at my 9 to 5 job, kids, mortgage, car payments, living paycheck to paycheck and no way out.” At least from those that still have a regular job, not exactly a gimme in todays economy.

I’ve always known that I’m not a 9 to 5er, yet I lived that life for many years. It was a miserable existence and one I’m not the least bit eager to go back to. I enjoyed Real Estate (at least the way it USED to be) but until the R.E. Market comes back, not much guaranteed income there either.

Hmmmmmm, what is it then that I’m really risking here? No wife, no kids, no mortgage (thank you Banks), maybe there really is no better time than now to give this thing a shot. Why not? Why not cash in on my passion? After all, the only thing stopping me….is me.

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OK, so I might not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but I’d like to think I’m smart enough to know when to give up, to throw in the towel so to speak. I mean, isn’t there like some kind of a signal from above, some sort of a sign to let us know when it’s time to bail?

Lately, well I really shouldn’t say lately as this has been a situation that I’ve been struggling with for quite some time now. And no doubt I’m not the only one who battles this dilemma on a regular basis. Surely it’s a question people have been asking themselves since the beginning of time. When is it ok to give up?

When is it finally ok to say to yourself, enough is enough, I’m done fighting this battle, there’s just no way it’s ever gonna happen, no possibility whatsoever of it ever coming true?

Now, when I say it, basically that could mean anything, from your hopes and dreams to your aspirations, your goals, anything in your life that you strive for. Anything that you’re motivated about, anything you hope to accomplish.

Well, I for one am not so sure there is a certain point that defines the perfect time to give up. Nope, I don’t think it’s gonna be that easy. Wouldn’t that be great if it were that cut ‘n dry?

Oh heck yeah, it sure would. If everything in life had a time limit on it then you’d know when to say when, you’d know when you could just say enough is enough, pick up your toys and go home.

At least it would give you a point of reference to look forward to and your goals could be so much more manageable knowing that you only had to put in a certain amount of effort for a specified amount of time and whatever the results were, you would know that you did the best you could with the amount of time that you had available.

And after your time expired, you were in essence off the hook. Good, bad or otherwise, wherever you stood at that point was just going to be the way it is. Dang, that sounds easy doesn’t it? How sweet would it be to have everything in your life mapped out for you like that?

But on the other hand, how boring it would be as well. Not that you’d know the exact outcome of everything in your future, but you’d have a pretty close guesstimate. And you could almost predict your future just by altering the amount of effort you put forth. Yep, BORING CENTRAL!

Well then, without an expiration date of sorts, how are we supposed to know when it’s ok to quit trying? To let go of our dreams. Is there a certain amount of times that we have to be told “NO, you can’t do this …. can’t have that ….. can’t date her …..”, whatever the case may be? And if so, what gives someone else the authority to tell us that we can’t anything?

Nope, I don’t see that working either. If you’re anything like me and absolutely hate to quit trying, at anything, then I’m sure you’ll agree that the last thing you want is someone telling you what to do. Telling you basically when it’s ok to officially become a failure. No thanks, not gonna work for me, that’s for sure.

Sheesh, it sounds like quitting isn’t gonna be as easy as everyone says it is. I mean, doesn’t everybody say that quitting is the easy way out? That’s the way I heard it anyway. I’m beginning to get the impression that they’re completely wrong about it.

I also seem to recall hearing something about quitters being losers. Nobody wants to be referred to as a loser, do they? I would have to imagine that it wouldn’t be a sought after title, that’s for sure.

They only positive quote I’ve ever heard in regards to quitting was the often used and well worn “Sobriety is for quitters.” I guess that’s about one of the only times it’s good to be a quitter. No doubt you could also include all of the other vices in the same sentence and they’d all make sense. But other than those few, being a quitter is nothing to be proud of.

Yet there must come a time that we have to face the music, read the writing on the wall and come to a point that we just have to stop trying. The intersection of lack of effort and giving up, that ugly as hell place known as failure. Correct?

I think, in fact I know that that’s exactly where I have to say “No, I don’t agree.” For me failure is a huge problem, a bitter pill that I am unable to swallow, no matter what the situation.

Is it fear of looking like an idiot, a fool? That could be part of it, more than likely a huge part. But for me it’s more of an inside thing. While it does bother me to have others see me as a failure of sorts, as someone that didn’t accomplish their goals, it’s ME that I’m truly concerned about. How will I feel about ME if I give up, if I quit trying. If I just don’t give it my all and do my best.

I guess I’ve been out to prove something (not exactly sure what that something is) my entire life. My Father, in his attempts to get me to do my best, tried to beat perseverance into me, one swing of the belt at a time but what he failed to realize was that being the best I could be was already ingrained in me from my first breath. I knew no different.

It wasn’t anything that he had to instill in me, anything he had to force upon me, I wanted to, no, I needed to do my best. In every circumstance, in every situation. Sure, like any other kid, I was hoping for my Dads approval. Hoping to make Dad proud and also hoping for a miracle. The miracle of him saying “Good job son, I’m proud of you.”

Of course, as I would come to learn, that wasn’t gonna happen but that never stopped me from wanting to do my best. At everything I ever did. Not that I can honestly say that I always did my best but there’s no doubt in my mind that I always wanted to.

Call it pride, or ego, or just plain being a perfectionist, any way you choose to look at it, I’ve always demanded the most out of myself. No doubt I’m my own worst critic. Noone can be any harder on me …. than ME. That’s why giving up isn’t an option.

I also have someone very special watching over me from up above that would surely be disappointed in me if I ever gave up and there’s just no way I ever want to let her down.

So where exactly does that leave me? If I can’t give up, if I can’t allow myself to quit, am I doomed to a life of never reaching my goals, never accomplishing what I want in life? Jeez, I sure hope not.

But at the same time, to just quit trying would surely mean that I would never realize my dreams. At least if I keep trying, there’s a small, miniscule chance of good things happening. Sure, along with that chance comes loads of despair and disappointment but with that 1% possibility of something good happening in my life, something finally going my way, I’m unable to just take the hint and walk away.

One of my favorite sayings and to be honest, I’m not even sure it’s an actual quote and if so, who even said it but it goes something like this. *You can never ever give up because you don’t know who or what is waiting for you just around the next corner*.

I think that quote says so much about perseverance, forging ahead in the face of adversity and just never giving up, NO MATTER WHAT! And with these words as my mantra I will continue to forge ahead, knowing that good things are waiting ahead for me. It’s only a matter of time.

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Lately I find that I’m having to ask myself this question quite often. I mean, does there come a point when you just need to say forget it and push the delete button? I’m not so much referring to the dreams that you have while you’re asleep, who on earth can make any sense of those?

The dreams I’m referring to are basically day dreams, the ones that inspire you, motivate you, the unexplainable forces that drive you forward without any apparent reason. At least the reasons aren’t apparent to others. Noone else can see what motivates us on the inside.

If they could, it probably wouldn’t be a good thing as people, for the most part, aren’t usually very supportive of someone elses dreams and aspirations. Nope, it’s much better to keep your dreams to yourself or if by chance you’re lucky enough to have a significant other that is totally behind you in everything you do, then perhaps you can spill the beans to them.

But you have to be careful because for the most part, others want you to do well in life, follow your passions, live your dreams but only up to a certain point. Once your life, in their eyes, becomes better than theirs, then it’s time to throw a bunch of negativity your way in an effort to knock you back down to reality. Or at least the reality that they want you to be living.

But if dreams actually do have a deadline of sorts, that would really suck. To know that if your dreams don’t come true in a certain amount of time that you’ll have to chuck ‘em, just throw them away. Erase them from your thoughts. That would be like throwing all of your hope right out the window. And where the hell would you be without hope?

Pretty much nowhere. Hope is more than likely the main ingredient in all of our dreams. Hope is the basis for everything that drives us forward. Striving for better. Better lives. Better relationships. Better everything.

Surely hope can’t have an expiration date for if it did, we’d all be in big trouble. To lose ones hope, even worse, to just give up on hope pretty much spells disaster. If not the end of the road then I’m sure you can see the end of the road from there.

Oh, to lose all hope can be an inner defeat that is very hard to recover from. At least from my experience anyway. It wasn’t but a year or two ago, if even that long that I had pretty much lost all of my hope.

Long story short, I basically lost everything I owned along with quite a few other things that I didn’t actually own, I just had a ton of money invested in them. And if this wasn’t bad enough, along with all my possessions went all of my hopes, my dreams and my motivation.

Yep, right down the drain, never to be seen or heard from again. Whoosh, every reason I ever had for getting out of bed in the morning was gone. My worst fear was coming true.

Losing your stuff is one thing but when you lose your why, it’s a whole different ballgame. As long as you have your motivation, you can always get your stuff back. But without motivation, you’re basically over and done. Destined for a life of zero.

Luckily for me, I didn’t give up and I’ve been able to recover a good amount of my motivation. That’s not to say that I don’t struggle with it daily but I am getting better and staying on a forward path. Most of this has come from remembering that no matter what, I can’t give up.

And as I’ve gained back most of my motivation, slowly but surely my hope is beginning to return as well. Hope for a new beginning, for a better future, for a better life. And I’m super grateful for this because without motivation and hope, it’s pretty much couch time from here on out. That’s if you’re lucky enough to have a couch you can lay on.

But even though things are starting to go in a more positive direction, there are still so many missing pieces to my life puzzle that it’s not always easy to remain focused and keep my chin up as they say. While some days are more difficult than others, it’s still a decision I have to make every day. Keep on pushin’ forward or just pack it in?

If I sit there and just think about all of the things that are missing in my life, all of the things that I had hoped would be a gimme by this time, then there’s no doubt I’m gonna be disappointed. Completely understandable I would think.

So that’s why I’m doing all I can not to allow myself to sit there and think about what I don’t have. Instead, I have to continue to concentrate on what I do have and what, if I continue to work hard, I WILL have in the future. In essence concentrating on my attitude of gratitude.

Speaking of the future, this brings me back to my original question regarding dreams having an expiration date. This doesn’t so much apply to any of my previous dreams as I actually only have two that have survived all of the melee of the last few years.

One that I constantly struggle with, finding myself unable to let go of but I know that at some point in the near future, like it or not I will be forced to come to grips with making a decision. I remain hopeful that before I have to make that decision, the outcome that I desire will manifest itself and I will be able to consider it a dream of mine that actually came true. Fingers and toes crossed, that’s for sure.

The other dream, as it turns out has a much better chance of coming true now than it ever had of materializing in my previous life. It’s kinda strange how that worked out. Kinda like the last domino standing, remaining by default.

Ok then, along with rebuilding my life I’m finding that I need to make a new Dream List. Sounds a bit crazy as all throughout our lives, dreams just seem to come to us from who knows where. It’s not so much that we have to create them, they just seem to be born from our passions, our desires.

But what do you do when almost all of your life long dreams have been wiped out basically overnight and you’re forced to start a new list? You can’t just fill it up with all those old dreams. Most of them no longer apply. Either they bring with them a sour feeling or they are no longer applicable to your new life.

Luckily for me I still have two dreams I can hang onto. Well, one for sure, the other is either going to manifest itself soon or I will unfortunately have to remove it from the List. One way or another, that will only leave me one and luckily, the remaining dream covers alot of territory so it would take quite alot to either have it completely manifest itself or to be removed.

It’s not like there’s a DreamMart or a House of Dreams that you can just bring in a coupon and pick up a few dreams. Nope, not gonna be that easy. I’m gonna have to do some soul searchin’ to come up with some new ones. That, and I hope that my new life will entail some new experiences and along with those experiences will come new dreams.

Dreams that I have yet to even imagine. Knowing that I’m a major Dreamer, I have a pretty good feeling that I should be able to come up with something worthwhile before too long. Something outrageous enough to be considered unobtainable which is basically the description of one of my dreams.

And as far as dreams having an expiration date, it’s possible but I’d like to think that it’s entirely up to you whether they do or not. I think the safest bet is to treat them like a gallon of milk at the Grocery Store, they put the newest containers at the back of the rack. So I guess I have no other option…. but to KEEP DIGGIN’!

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What is it about a simple little tattoo that can create so much controversy? Whether you love them or hate them, it’s pretty much guaranteed that everyone has an opinion about them. And a rather strong one at that.

Does it really classify a woman as a Tramp, a Slut, a Sure Thing? I certainly don’t think so, not in the least. I would have to think that there are many other qualifications that need to be met before one can be placed into that elite category.

I don’t mind saying that I myself am a huge fan of the lower back tattoo. I don’t feel comfortable referring to them as Tramp Stamps, let alone all of the other terrible names that have been associated with them. No need to go into those here, I’m sure we’ve all heard them and most are extremely degrading. In my opinion anyway.

Exactly why I love these tattoos, I’m not too sure. I haven’t quite pinned it down as of yet. One thing’s for sure though, when applied with taste and creativity, they can be sexy as hell.

Yikes, did I just say that? I guess I did. Maybe it IS the fact that I think they can be super sexy, especially on an already attractive woman. But the tattoo alone isn’t the ONLY thing a woman can do to look sexy. A nice pair of low rise jeans with a bit of thong sticking up above the belt line, the proverbial “Whale Tail” as it were can also be a wonderful addition to a womans wardrobe. Again, my opinion only.

Not to say that this combo can’t be worn by women of all shapes and sizes but if they are being displayed as a means of getting attention to a certain area that normally wouldn’t, let alone shouldn’t be displayed publicly, then that could be an issue.

But when a woman leans over and you happen to catch a sneak peek at her lower back, discovering that it holds an unforseen treasure of sorts, it just doesn’t get much better than that. At least not in my book.

As they say, “some things are better left unseen” and in the case of alot of these tattoos, I’d have to agree that out of sight, out of mind might have been a better way to go. Perhaps it’s because the owners can’t actually see what’s going on behind them that allows them to display these disasters, seemingly without a care.

As with anything else, tattoos can be taken to the extreme and beyond, with the limits of bad taste being exceeded in no time. However, the decision is entirely up to the owner and you’d have to think that quite a bit of forethought and consideration was taken before they ever let someone apply something to their body that no doubt would, for better or worse, last a lifetime.

Although I must admit I do have my doubts as to the talent posessed by some of these so called artists that actually perform the tattooing. While some are exquisite works of art, others look as if they were scratched in by some poorly trained meth addict in the back of an old Ford van haulin’ ass down the freeway on the way to a Marilyn Manson concert. I really do feel sorry for some of these women as I would have to think that what they ended up with is nowhere near how their dream tattoo started out in their mind. Truly a shame as there is no eraser that will make it go away.

Which also brings to mind all of the criticisms concerning how the tattooees will look once they get old and wrinkled. What will happen to their butterfly at that point? Will it just look like a wrinkled old vulture, hovering over it’s prey?

C’mon now, at that point, even if they do have somebody back there checkin’ it out I’d find it hard to believe that the person is going to make a comment about it. I could be wrong but I just don’t believe that’s enough of a reason not to get a tattoo in the first place.

Is this the same ol’ thing, where the people that don’t have the guts to get a tattoo choose to talk down the ones that can put up with the pain for a whole bunch of individuality? I’d hate to think they are that shallow but you just never know.

In fact, who came up with the name Tramp Stamp in the first place? Wouldn’t “Buttper Sticker” have been a bit more neutral, somewhat less degrading? I’d assume it had to be a hater of Tattoos of all kinds. More than likely they also hate that other wonderfully exquisite invention, the Belly Button Ring. But that’s an entirely different post altogether, one that I’ll more than likely get into later.

Could it be that most of the women that posess the lower back tattoos choose to display them for all to see that causes some women to be so against them? Could they be jealous? Perhaps these women don’t feel comfortable enough with their own bodies to let it all hang out, let alone put a flashing sign on it sayin’ look at me.

I’ve never been a big fan of women that wear next to nothing in public. I’ve always preferred to leave something to the imagination, a little somethin’ for later. Especially when it comes to women I’m dating. Call me old fashioned but I’d like to think that there is something that is somewhat special, off limits and reserved only for me to see. Like I said, I’m old fashioned when it comes to love.

Just like the whole fake boobs thing. And yes, you guessed it, I’m not a huge fan of the quadruple triple double D’s. I’m all about the real deal, gimme real A’s as opposed to fake triple G’s anyday. Not only do they tend to look disproportionate to the rest of their bodies, they tend to feel all wrong and again, it’s just not for me. For medical as well as health issues, I’m all for it but when they’re media or ego driven, just not a huge fan.

Sometimes I wonder what the actual stats are on fake boobs. Do guys really like them as much as women think they do or is it more of a thing where women do it to impress other women? I think the media has a bunch to do with it and while I agree that a bit of enhancement is ok, some of these women take it too far. OK, WAY TOO FAR!

Which could also be said for some of the women and their tattoos. I’ve heard that it can become addicting and since I don’t currently have any tattoos of my own, I’m only guessing but I wouldn’t be surprised at all to hear that it is indeed true. No doubt some have taken it way beyond the mainstream to a point that’s it’s just about bordering on insanity.

Almost every square inch of their body being covered in tattoos is way beyond attractive. At that point it’s just seems a bit obsessive and then it gets kinda freaky. By no means am I saying it’s wrong but again, just not for me.

Which brings us back to my original point. While tattoos aren’t for everyone, each individual should be able to decide for themselves what is right and wrong for them. It has nothing to do with what anyone else thinks and they surely shouldn’t be labeled in any way for choosing to freely fly their freedom flag.

So, to all the women out there that have been branded as Tramps, I want to commend you for living life on your own terms and not givin’ a damn what others think. Because without you doin’ your thing, we’d never know who the good girls are.

If you’re a fan of Tramp Stamps, I’d love to hear about it. If not, I’d enjoy hearing about that as well and perhaps all the reasons why you don’t like them. And if you enjoyed this Post, I’d appreciate it if you’d share this with your friends. Thank you.