Alright, so I actually went ahead and did the Logan Paul tattoo thing. Sounds kinda wild, right? But hear me out, it wasn’t just some random impulse, well, maybe a little bit.
It started off kinda like a joke, seeing him everywhere – YouTube, boxing, WWE, that PRIME drink plastered on anything that moves. You can’t escape the guy. And I was chatting with some buddies, and the idea just popped up. ‘Imagine getting a Logan Paul tattoo?’ First, we laughed. Then, I kinda started thinking… why not? It’s memorable, it’s current, it’s kinda ridiculous, which I like.
Finding the Right Vibe
So, the first step was figuring out what exactly to get. Just his face? Nah, seemed a bit much, maybe creepy. The PRIME logo? Felt like I was branding myself for a drink I sometimes buy. I scrolled through images, fight posters, all that stuff. Nothing really clicked. I wanted something that captured the whole… phenomenon, you know?
- Option 1: Portrait – Too intense.
- Option 2: PRIME Logo – Too corporate.
- Option 3: Maybe something from his boxing stuff?
- Option 4: That Pokémon card thing he wore? Getting warmer.
Ended up sketching out a couple of rough ideas myself, mixing a few elements. Didn’t want anything huge, just something kinda subtle but obvious if you knew what you were looking at. It’s like choosing tools for a job, sometimes you need a specific weird wrench, not just a standard hammer.
Getting Ink Done
Found an artist I liked, someone whose style seemed decent enough for what I wanted. I walked in, showed him my doodle. He raised an eyebrow, kinda smirked. Asked me, “You serious about this?” Yep, totally serious. Paid the deposit, booked the time. Waiting for the appointment felt weirdly long, like waiting for a weird package you ordered online.
The day came. Sat in the chair. That buzzing sound started. Man, people forget to mention how much tattoos can just plain sting. Especially on certain spots. Mine wasn’t massive, thankfully. The artist did his thing, focused. Took a couple of hours. We didn’t talk much, just the sound of the machine and the occasional wince from me.
The Reveal and Aftermath
Then it was done. Wrapped up. Looked in the mirror. There it was. A little piece of internet absurdity, permanently on my skin. It felt… strange. But also kinda cool?
Now I’ve got it. People ask about it sometimes. Some get it immediately, laugh, think it’s funny. Others give me that confused look, like ‘Why THAT guy?’. Honestly? I don’t have a super deep answer. It’s a conversation starter, I guess. It marks a weird point in time. It’s like that one job I had where we used this totally outdated software nobody else used. It made no sense, but we made it work, and it was our weird thing. This tattoo feels kinda like that. It’s mine, it’s weird, and I went through the process. Is it the smartest thing I’ve ever done? Probably not. But did I document the process? You bet.
