Why do we Love Tattooing so much?

I have a confession::

I used to feel guilty about being a Tattoo Artist. Whenever I was around friends and family I would listen to them sharing stories about their career hardships and in many cases about their financial struggles. Bosses they hate, disrespectful coworkers and the like. I listened closely and with an empathetic ear. Many times I wish I could chime in and tell my story of being stuck in that same rat race for very little nickels and dimes, day in day out just to wash, rinse and repeat.
Our choices in life play out as they should and, hindsight being 20/20, we sometimes wish we could go back and do it all differently. I think to myself, ‘What if I would have chosen a different career path other than being a Tattoo Artist?’
I almost always immediately remind myself that I never had a choice at all. ‘Tattooing’ chose me and not vice versa.
At an early age I was already making the rounds as a tattoo collector. I was a hangaround. I was completely content with the role I was playing in the tattoo world. I looked up to the more seasoned tattooers like a young boy looks up to a father figure. I knew these were people of good fortune, how could they not be? They got to go to their shop every day and bless their fellow man, or woman , with permanent reminders etched into skin that would last a lifetime. These tattoo artists I grew up around seemed to have it all, they had figured it out. They were living life on their own terms, outside the status quo. Keep in mind I’m talking about the 1990’s. Throw away your smart phones and say good bye to your social media, tattoos were still plenty taboo around that time.
Like rockstars without the sold out arena shows is the way I remember it. But to me, these tattoo shops I hung around were even better. Like tattoo temples!
Lol I know, it sounds silly coming from a man who doesn’t attend church on Sundays but I feel like I come to church every day. It’s our church. Where we pray to the Tattoo Gods to grant us a keen eye and a steady hand.
Not to get too far off track I will say that it’s not all roses. This ‘tattoo life’ we speak about does take its toll. I’ve seen even the freest of spirits become bitter and hardened. The grind and uncertainty of not knowing where your next dollar is coming from is not for everyone. Competition anxiety is at an all time high with so many photo and video based platforms showcasing thousands of new tattoos in real time every day, every minute.
Reality show judges pick apart tattoos and tattoo artists till there’s practically nothing left of em lol.
Sure there are difficult clients, difficult tattoo projects, and just plain difficult days just like in any other profession. I liken it to being in a dysfunctional marriage.
As a tattoo artist I feel I am married to ‘tattooing’ as a whole.
For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part.
I’ve done my best to give back the only way I know how. I opened up a studio I promised myself would respect the traditions and rules set by those who came before us. The ones that passed on the tattoo torch. We stand on their shoulders.
Let me not take this granted, stay humble.
No matter how many TV shows try to make us seem mainstream stay focused and count your blessings.

After all we are all Outsiders.
We are all tattooed Misfits and where would we be if not by the grace of the Tattoo Gods.