We’re all stories. We’re all the things we tell others. But, we’re also the things we leave out. I’ve learned that recently. I feel that is the problem when you think and believe people are the stories they tell.
If you asked my opinion for tattoos back when I was in school, you’d get a very hostile response. I was vocally against body art. I’m not sure why that was the case. I never had reasons to justify my dislike for them, and even in hindsight, I almost fail to explain why I reacted the way I did. Contrastively so, I got a tattoo some ten days back. What changed? A lot.