I have a hard time making decisions: what to make for dinner, what book to read, which gas station to stop and gas up, you know…the usual, mundane everyday decisions. Some days I have a hard time deciding what to wear. It would figure that I’m having a hell of a time deciding what I want to get for my first tattoo.

It even sounds funny to say. My first tattoo. I’ve wanted one ever since I was a teenager. The reason I never got one? My inability to decide on something, anything. My inability to commit. Indecision…it’s a bitch. I mean, if I can’t decide what I want for lunch, how am I supposed to decide on something that will be permanently inked on my body forever, for me and all the world to see?

So, I spend hours perusing the web, looking at others tattoos. Flickr and DeviantArt are both great resources and I have scoured their pages for what feels like an eternity sometimes. Still, I find nothing that I want, nothing that is me. I cannot draw. I never did have that ability. So, I look for ideas all the while thinking to myself that whatever I choose has to mean something to me, something important.

I’m not the kind of guy to run out and get something just because its fashionable. I think that’s the stupidest thing you can do when it comes to anything, especially when it comes to a tattoo. First of all, why would I want something that a thousand other people have and secondly, why would I get something just to have something? The answer is, I wouldn’t. I couldn’t.

I want something that screams “this is me!” and “I am manly!” and “I might just kick your ass if you give me good reason to!”. Then again, I want something I can proudly display whenever and wherever I want to.

I suppose that, like anything else, it eventually comes down to a matter of not over-thinking it and just making a damn decision. Sometimes that is definitely way easier said than done.