Opus 2025-389: At Least I’m Consistent

I have yet to see a tattoo that I think improves the looks of the person adorned.  If a person is already ugly, then it just increases the ugliness.  If, in looking past the tattoo, I can see the person was attractive, that attractiveness is canceled by the ugly writing on the body.  I always wonder about the character of people who get all these tattoos, but I know fine people who have illustrated their bodies.  I have a friend who has one but most people don’t know because he keeps it out of sight.  I assume he will make it to heaven.  We had a young couple with their six kids over for dinner.  They are great examples of Christian character.  She looks like a walking advertisement for a local parlor.  I like to think it happened before they grew up, but I don’t know.

So I have to fight against judging people.  But even as I fight against judging them, I still think the tattoos are ugly.

It occurred to me as I was thinking about this that I never liked bumper stickers on my car either.  The difference would be that I could enjoy other people’s bumper stickers, I just didn’t want to put them on my car.  I wanted a clean look.  I also worried that my driving habits might be a bad witness for a Christian bumper sticker.

Actually, what started me thinking about this was looking at the outside of my new iPad and thinking about how pristine and clean it was.  The lines were clear.  The surface was smooth.  I thought about how some people put stickers all over their laptops and other tools that are part of their life.  I always thought it was a bit silly, but it gave them a chance to express themselves to people around them.  I don’t think I will ever do that.

So at least I’m consistent.  There is adornment that is tasteful and attractive.  I am not one who has the kind of taste that would know how to decorate myself.  I have no sense of fashion.  I have no sense of color.  My wife will often send me back to change something I’m wearing.  But I do know when I have spaghetti sauce all over my shirt.

I have on occasion been thankful that I don’t have to look at myself.  I extend my condolences to you.

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