Dear person with the Tuscan sun on your shoulder or Table Mountain on your foot,
You were there for four months.
What does it say about our generation that we seek a sense of purpose so seriously that we decide to ink a country on our arm after a semester? Are you kidding me? I want to remember these days for the rest of my life. No you fucking don’t. Congrats on blacking out all around Amsterdam, but do you need three X’s on your ankle?
Didn’t Aziz Ansari address this with his words on marriage? I think he did. “I see people getting married to people they’ve known for like a year and a half. A year and a half? Is that really enough time to get to know someone to know you want to spend the REST of your life with them? I mean I’ve had sweaters for a year and a half.. and I was like ‘What the fuck was I doing with this sweater?’”
Exactly, Aziz. Spending a year and a half in a place isn’t enough time to ink it into your skin either. In addition to the 99.89% probability that the tattoo is stupid, you then become a part of the “Study Abroad tattoo club,” which sucks. That sucks. You can go stand next to the girl with the botched Barrier Reef outline aka a crooked line on her thigh in the corner.
That may have been a mistake