As a little boy, and like all little boys, I worshipped my dad and was gonna do everything like him. I used to trace the old school Navy anchor, rope, and crossed daggers tattoo on his forearm. I loved it and all it stood for. One day I told him I would get a tattoo just like it. He told me that if I did, no matter how old I was, he'd beat my ass from here to Hong Kong. He only got it because all his buddies told him THEY were all going to get it, too. When his was finished they all chickened out.
And like all little boys, I grew up and went thru all the Oedipal things young boys do to prove they are NOT their father. I have disappointed him in more ways than I can count, including having a tattoo artist for a best friend! Just two weeks ago we were sitting around and I was telling another story about me and Mikey (the tat guy) and my Dad asked me, "So, how damn many tattoos have you got." I just grinned, stood up, and pulled off my shirt. I turned around slowly to give him good look. "Not a damn one!" I told him.
I am not saying don't get a tattoo. I am saying something MUCH more important. Don't make a permanent mistake out of a temporary feeling.