Change is good. We like change. Without change, we would stagnate and rot. Nothing would ever happen without a good dose of change. I like change. I especially like to change myself. Now maybe this is a self esteem thing (I have not ruled that out yet), but I always feel like I ought to change myself. I’m under the impression that life is a limited and precious gift. It seems pointless to spend that limited time in the exact same shell, never doing anything to make it different. Change in the way of weight loss/gain or height or hair growth is always so sloooow. I am, after all, a child of the 80s-90s, of the Sesame Street spoonfed MTV generation. I have a short attention span :) I don’t like to wait.

So we’ve established that change is good. But the hatred of standing still is not the only reason for modifications. Everyone likes a little decoration, right? If you had a plain black shirt and a black shirt with a cool design on it, which would you choose? The design, of course. Yeah, that’s right. In the end, my love of body modification comes right down to “It looks pretty.” But don’t tell anyone that.

I like body modification. I love piercings and tats. I have quite a few of them myself. And if I see someone with a very cool tat or piercing, I am likely to stare in admiration and ask questions. Frankly, it’s starting to become an addiction. About a week and a half after getting my first tattoo, I decided I wanted another one. Now. But of course, considering that body modification is not the cheapest of addictions, I could not. So that leaves me with the one tat and about six piercings. But I’m planning on getting another tat sometime soon, and I’m always up for a new piercing. It’s fun, it’s pretty, it’s different, it’s a little painful and it’s permenant. I like that. I will probably like that when I’m eighty. They may not look the same when I’m eighty, but I’ll probably still like them.

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