Diarrhea Tatoo

Date: 8/11/2016

I was at a summer fair. And there was a tattoo parlour set up in the ladies room. I went into one of the stalls and decided to get a tattoo. I told the artist I wanted a great tattoo to symbolize how much of a positive influence diarrhea has on the world. So he gave me a tattoo. It was of a butt squirting out poo with two short legs, awkwardly attached to it, wearing cartoon heels. I got really angry and hated his interpretation of my idea. I told my friend Jen that I was now one of those people who could be listed on the world's worst tattoos websites. I should post pictures on Reddit. So I asked her to take a photo of it without showing my face. But she had a very hard time taking the picture without my face. She kept waking around, turning the camera. I got really frustrated that she couldn't do it. Eventually I gave up and told her, "forget it." Then I went back to the tent (bathroom was now a tent and about a dozen tattoo artists were inside eating dinner buffet style. I blew up and started yelling at them, demanding them to tell me which one gave me this terrible tattoo. Once I found out who (it was a younger guy around my age), I started yelling at him, demanding how he could put such a terrible tattoo on someone and that he has no care for the wellbeing of others. I told him in detail what a terrible artist he was. He put on sunglasses, and then I realized I had made him cry. So then I turned back to the crowd and demanded that someone cover up the tattoo free of charge. Finally a butch lady stood up and said she was one of the best artists there and that she knew how to tattoo something better over it. I then realized that I would have a much bigger tattoo after this, and that my mother would be furious when she found out. (My mother hates tattoos). But the idea of fixing the butt was such a relief. I suggested to put a large willow tree over it. That got me excited, since I've always liked the idea of a tree tattoo. But when the lady started, she didn't make a willow tree. Though somehow I trusted her to make something good. When I looked down, she had put a phoenix holding the butt in its talons. The butt was slowly transforming into a man's face, the butt hole was now his ear. I was still super unsatisfied, but so happy that the original tattoo was mostly gone by this point. Then, the tattoo lady started getting angry at me. She said that she was tired of the way I was treating her. It seemed odd, because I had not yet said anything to her. Then I asked her if I was being too pushy. When she was about to reply, someone came into the tent. I turned around and it was ex, Yuki. Though I originally wanted to see him, to show him that I had gotten a tattoo, his timing for showing up could not have been worse. I was still really ashamed of the current tattoo. I asked angrily, "what is he doing here?". It was around that time that I woke up. First thing I did was look at my arm. And thank god, there was no tattoo there.