Pikachu Tattoo

I have this wonderful friend at my university (dare I say best friend) who was actually the first person I met. Aside from her and her roommate, I was one of the first people to arrive at the dorms, and I didn’t know I needed to find an RA to get into my room. So here I am, running up and down the halls with arms full of stuff trying to figure out what to do because I had been stuck in a car for several hours and really needed to pee, and I come across her and her roommate in their room. The conversation goes as following:

Me: Hello (frantically)

Her: Hi

Me: How did you get into your room?

Her: You have to find an RA downstairs with a key to open it for you. -awkward pause-

Me: I’m going to go now because I really need to pee. Bye!

Her: Okay, bye. Good luck!

And then I quickly run off in desperate need to relieve my bladder. Next thing I know, her and I are sticking together during orientation and hanging out between classes. It all worked out quite splendidly.

Anyway, she has a zombie pikachu tattoo on her boob and often dyes her hair a bright pin, which looks very good on her. This has made her quite well known at our school between both students and staff, and for some reason especially among the sports teams. The first instance this became apparent was when we were walking past the lacrosse team’s practice, and every single player got really quiet and stopped to stare at us, and we heard one of the players whisper “That’s her. The one with the tattoo”. The most recent occurrence, that makes me write this post, is one she told me today where she ran into the basketball team, and they all catcalled her but in the mean, making-fun-of way. Honestly, people are simply unbelievably rude at times because this girl is one of the nicest, most polite, and most accepting people I have ever met, and it irritates me that people do this without any consideration to others’ feelings.

Naturally, after she told me this it launched us into a conversation about how visually stepping out of social norms through clothing, tattoos, hair, etc instantly draws peoples’ attention to you and how this is both a blessing and a curse. It’s a blessing because it allows you to stand out from the mass of 7 billion people in the world and create a unique identity that is unlike anyone else. However, it’s a curse because instances like the one that happened to her occur. Personally, I don’t stand out as much as her. I have a nose piercing (a stud), and I sometimes put red or blue coloring in my hair, and I enjoy dressing in vintage clothes or in a punk-like manner. However, nose piercings have become common, my hair is dark so the colors don’t stand out as much and look more natural, and I don’t dress that way every day because when you have an 8am class you are just too tired to put effort into appearance most of the time. Still, after talking and thinking about it, I came to the conclusion I would much rather stand out than blend in because life is too short to go unnoticed. This doesn’t mean I want to be the center of attention and be a social butterfly surrounded by a mass of people (oh god, no! Introvert here, remember). It’s just nice that when I’m walking to class I stand out to the point that people will notice me and recognize me because it means I’m memorable. Who wants to follow the norm anyway? The norm tends to be a bit boring in my opinion. I would rather chase a cat through the park at 9pm or discuss the probability of each religions accuracy than go clubbing or partying any day (and yes, I am speaking from experience).


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