I had been mulling over the idea of getting a tattoo for a while now. There are two major personality roadblocks, though, that were impeding me. 1. I am remarkably fickle, and am notorious for not being able to make up my mind. Though, on the other hand, I am have a remarkable ability to dive head first and become completely, possibly overly, passionate about certain things. Go figure. And 2. I am a huge sap who turns everything into a metaphor. So, if I was going to get a tattoo, it had better be good and meaningful. I kicked around a few ideas, the first of which being a bear, just because I thought it would be awesome. Then I moved toward literature - maybe a Vonnegut sketch? I went through a big long process and ended up pretty much where I began - with a bear. It just felt right, you know? That sounds kind of silly. I guess, it's partly because I want to move to California, because I'm stuck right now some place I don't want to be, because I can't have nature around me right now so I got a little bit placed on me instead. And also, I really like bears. So, there you have it. There is a bear on my shoulder and I am so pleased. Also, excuse me while I wear this outfit forever and become that weird kid that wears the exact same clothes to school every single day. YOU CAN'T STOP ME.