Strikhedonia (n.) – Origin: Greek – Definition: The pleasure of being able to say “to hell with it!”
I did it on a whim, just for the hell of it. There was no particular reason, rhyme, or directive. I can’t say the devil made me do it, I was not goaded into action. I didn’t have to do it. It wasn’t right or wrong. It wasn’t even to satisfy a whim. It was there and I did it. No apologies. No regrets. Now, it seems, I can’t stop.
“My body is my journal, and my tattoos are my story.”
“Believe it or not, some of us have piercings and tattoos and dye our hair because we think it looks pretty, not for any deep sociological reason. This isn’t an act of protest against cultural or social repression. It’s not a grand, deliberately defiant gesture against capitalists or feminists or any other social group. It’s not even the fashion equivalent to sticking two fingers up at the world. The boring truth of it, Gabriel, is that I don’t dress like this to hurt my parents or draw attention to myself or make a statement. I just do it because I think it looks nice. Disappointed?”