How To Be A Bitch (On Hold)

➸ seven: pierced lips and tattoos

➸ seven: pierced lips and tattoos

« we delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty »
 

Heraclitus of Ephesus was a pre-Socratic Greek philosopher. The Pre-Socratics were fascinated by the nature of reality. They all tried to identify the one permanent and stable element out of which everything else is made. Heraclitus' most famous saying can be translated as: 'You cannot step into the same river twice, for other waters are ever flowing'. Nothing exists in and of itself in nature, but rather things come into being through opposition to other things - day exists in opposition to night, life in opossition to death.

Towards the end of his life he despaired of human society, and left Ephesus to wander the fields outside, eating grass and sobbing. This earned him the nick-name 'the weeping philosopher'.

The thing that fascinates me the most in Heraclitus' philosophy is how he left everything to live in the mountains because he couldn't handle any more human stupidity. If that was the case for each and every person then, by now, almost half of the people on earth would be living in the mountains.

There are going to be a lot of moments in our life when we get tired of people's stupidity. Like for example, right now I was wondering how on Earth I became friends with Daniel Baker because that boy couldn't think straight for heaven's sake. 

It was Saturday afternoon and having nothing better to do, Daniel and I decided to go to the mall to just hang out. While walking around the mall, Daniel abruptly stopped making me bump into his back and fall down in a very un-lady like manner. I scowled at him but my glare was just burning holes at the back of his head and he didn't seem to be affected by it at all. 

The reason why I was saying that Daniel Baker is a stupid person isn't because he made me fall down on the ground but because of the next words that flew out of his mouth, "Let's get a tattoo."

I rolled my eyes at the stupidity and absurdity of his words and stood up, dusting my shorts. "I mean you're not crazy obviously, but like, that is crazy and I would never do it. But it's cool that you do! . . . But that's insane."

Paying no attention to my incoherent rambling, Daniel went inside the tattoo shop that looked like the gateway to hell from the outside, itself. I reluctantly followed him inside and was actually quite astonished by the interior. Forgetting all about my previous discomfort, I entered the shop with wide eyes and an open mouth. All I could think was . . . wow.

The entire shop had been designed in a modern yet sophisticated fashion that looked inviting and surprisingly, not scary as I had imagined it to be. "Caroline, come here," Daniel summoned me like I was a dog. Without commenting on his summoning (it even rhymes!) I went near him and tried to look at what he was drawing on the piece of paper.

It was an anchor, which according to me, made no sense at all. "Why do you want to get an anchor tattooed on your body?" I asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"It's not for me, it's for you," Daniel said without sparing me a glance. When he finally did look up at me, I raised an eyebrow at him asking him a silent question as to why the fuck would I get a tattoo. "You want to be a bad girl, so you might as well get one."

"Dan, I want to be a bitch not a bad girl."

"What's the difference?"

The thing was, at that moment, I couldn't find any difference between the two and I admit that I was quite ashamed by that. Even if I shouldn't have been. So, the only logical thing left for me to do was to keep my mouth shut to save myself from further embarrasment. "Where do you want to get it?" The guy behind the counter asked me.