metaland-ink:

Why do I have to preserve this body in mint condition for the next 60 or so years anyway?

Nobody looks at a blank canvas and says “no don’t put any paint on that it might affect it’s life later on, someone might look at this canvas in ten years time and wonder why we painted it like that, it might affect this canvas’s job opportunities in the future, think of all the things this canvas could do in the future, but it won’t achieve anything if it’s covered in paint”.

The fact is, we’re born, we suffer for a solid 80 years or so, then we die. Once I’m dead, nobody will care that I had tattoos or piercings, they’ll say at my funeral “she was a good person INSIDE and was so caring and giving” because the inside is what really matters.

If we can’t be who we want, look how we want and express ourselves through our tattoos, piercings, hair colour, clothing style, things like that, then what’s the point in even being alive?

What’s the point of waking up each day, just to be exactly like everyone else, how the world wants you to be, to go do the things you’re expected to do, to reach old age safely so we can die old and boring, with no crazy experiences or stories to tell, just like every other old person?