I still don’t have any ambitions to make a film, but I like hearing stories about how drive and naivety make for a worthwhile learning experience. This desire was what led Kevin Smith to make Clerks, David Lynch to make Eraserhead, and so on. Other people can make light of how these low/no-budget directors who made great films inspired legions of wannabe directors to make crappy films, but there’s something beyond all of that to me.

I’m all too aware of people who have desires to do something beyond the normal routine, but get sidetracked for whatever understandable reasons they have. Motivation, or a lack of motivation, prevents plenty from making an idea into a tangible thing. Believe you me, if I knew all the hoops I’d have to go through to get Post made before I wrote it, I’d reconsider writing the darn thing. But still, no matter how crappy things would get from time to time, I never wanted to give up. I guess that’s the key: if you really want to do something, don’t give up because there might be some roadblocks.

Reading Rodriguez’s book about how he made El Mariachi with only $7,000 and no crew rung true for me even I kind of knew his story already. He simply took into consideration what he had available to him and made what he could. That’s Do-It-Yourself 101 right there. But why more people don’t do what he did goes all back to a motivation to do things and finish them. I’m still amazed when I meet people or read about people who have this attitude. So many people just want to complain and settle for a crappy look at life. I struggle, for sure. But I think there’s always room to improve your life. Being creative is probably the best way for me and plenty of others. From time to time, it’s nice to have a reminder of that.

This post originally appeared on Eric Grubbs’ blog, Theme Park Experience

But in the last few years, and something that really stuck out to me when I was at South by Southwest this year, it’s surprising to see how many twentysomethings have not only a ton of ink on their bodies already, but in places that are very hard to cover up. In particular, the neck and throat area.
I’ve seen a lot of neck and throat tats on people in Warped Tour bands. A lot of these guys are younger than me, and I don’t know if they think they’re going to play in bands forever and be on tour forever, but not everybody filled with ink can work at a tattoo parlor or work construction. I know we must all give the youth of America room to be young and stupid, but the permanent nature of neck and throat tattoos is going a little too far beyond the point of no return. Are these things you want to carry into adulthood? Seriously?

I have yet to talk to someone who has one, but seeing one on anybody comes across to me as, “look at this.” There’s a sense of boldness in getting one and especially claiming to be cool with having this for the rest of your life. You may feel youthful your entire life, but you can’t fight the trappings of adulthood and society at large. It’s one thing to say “I’ll never get married” for years and then eat your words when you get married. This is a whole other thing.

I remember talking with a friend of mine who has an uncle who got a lot of ink when he was younger. He got a ton of tats all up and down his body, including one on his leg featuring a nun with a gun to her head. The guy is not a crusty punk living in a squat or anything like that now: he’s a responsible husband and father who lives in the suburbs. I’m sure he gets plenty of odd stares and glances when he goes to the neighborhood pool, but he isn’t some deviant to society. Those tats are a reflection of his past life and I’m sure he has a healthy perspective on things. Yet he has to live with these every day of his life now.

This is not a call to people to become lemmings or fall in line. Rather, I just can’t wrap my head around doing something so permanently irreversible and impossible to tone down or hide. As common as tattoos are, I highly doubt there will be a time when they are completely accepted by society at large. Seeing somebody with a neck or throat tattoo comes across as a declaration of how far you want to present yourself, society norms be damned. Well, it’s one thing to think and speak in your own voice and it’s another thing to be judged and dismissed by people before you ever say a word. Face it: not everybody can be like Tommy Lee.

This post originally appeared on Eric Grubbs’ blog, Theme Park Experience.

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