Thinking About Ink: My Journey with the Andrew Tate Tattoo Idea
So, the topic of Andrew Tate tattoos popped up. It got me thinking, not gonna lie. You see guys like him online, all swagger and strong imagery, and yeah, some of that aesthetic, the whole ‘unapologetic’ vibe, it catches your eye. For a minute there, I actually toyed with the idea of getting some ink inspired by that kind of energy. Not necessarily his face or name, hell no, but something representing that aggressive forward-motion thing.
I started doing the usual stuff you do when an idea sparks. Went down the rabbit hole online, looking at different styles. Geometric stuff, maybe some kind of predator animal, lettering… you know the drill. Started thinking about placement – arm, chest? Checked out a few local tattoo artists, saw their work, tried to picture how it would look on me. You start mentally spending the money, calculating the hours in the chair, bracing for the needle.
But then things got complicated.
First off, let’s be real, the dude himself is like a walking controversy magnet. Slapping anything even vaguely associated with him on my skin permanently? Started feeling a bit iffy. My mates had opinions, of course. Some were like “Yeah, go for it, own it,” others were more like “Dude, are you serious? Think about it.” It wasn’t just about the design anymore; it was about the baggage that came with it.
It reminded me of this time, years back, totally unrelated but kinda the same vibe. I was younger, way more impulsive. Saw this beat-up old muscle car for sale, looked cool as hell. Didn’t know jack about cars, really. Just saw the image, the ‘freedom’ it represented, you know? Scraped together every penny, borrowed some cash, and bought it. Felt like a king for about a week.
- Then the problems started.
- Thing was a money pit. Always breaking down.
- Spent more time fixing it than driving it.
- Ended up selling it for scrap, lost a ton of money.
That whole car fiasco taught me a hard lesson about jumping headfirst into something based purely on image or a feeling I wanted to project, without thinking through the long-term reality. It was a stupid, expensive mistake fueled by wanting to look a certain way.
So, back to the tattoo idea.
Thinking about that old car, and looking at the whole Tate thing again, I just pulled back. Permanently marking my body based on a controversial internet figure, someone whose stock could plummet tomorrow? Felt exactly like buying that crappy car again, just on a different scale. It’s easy to get caught up in trends or personalities, especially the loud ones.
In the end, I decided against it. Not just the Tate-inspired stuff, but I put the brakes on getting any major symbolic ink for now. If I’m gonna get something permanent, it needs to be 100% me, not tied to someone else’s brand or fleeting internet fame. Maybe something personal, maybe something abstract, but definitely not something I might look at in five years and cringe, remembering some online drama or a busted old car.
So yeah, that’s where I landed after going through the motions. It was a process, digging into the idea, weighing the pros and cons, and having that old memory slap some sense into me. Still like tattoos, just gotta be damn sure about the ‘what’ and ‘why’.
