Situation: Two people talking, a guy and a girl.
Setting: Bench right outside the hot tub
My involvement: Chilling in the hot tub with two other dudes

GIRL: How do you feel about tattoos?

GUY: Uh... I don't really think I would ever get one. But I don't really care if someone has one.

GIRL: Yeah, I can see why someone wouldn't want to get a tattoo. They're so high-maintenance, and they can look really ugly. On the other hand, I can totally see why someone would want to get a tattoo, too. They're artistic and a cool form of expression. They have to be nice, though. Tattoos can get really trashy if they're not done right. But if they are done right, like with a real artist or whatever, they can look really cool. One time I thought about getting a tattoo. It was for my mom. She almost died a few years ago because she had this really bad illness. It was super hard for everyone in my family. So I decided I wanted to get a rose tattooed on my stomach with my mom's initials to pay tribute to her. My dad told me I couldn't do it. I said "Why, dad?!" and he's all, "because they're trashy and promiscuous. And your body is a temple. And it's immoral." My dad is super, like WAY, LDS. Anyway, I was like, "It's a tribute to mom!" And he's like, "Why would you put it on your stomach, then? That's so promiscuous." It made me so mad. He's so lame. I didn't get it but I want to get a tattoo someday I think. But then I'd be afraid of the way people judge me. Like, when I was at BYU I had two earrings in one ear and I couldn't believe the things people said to me. They were so rude. They were all, "you shouldn't have that earring. It's against the gospel." And I was like "stop judging me! You don't even know me!" Like, I was a good kid. I took super hard classes in high school and I got way good grades. I wanted to tell all these judgmental BYU kids that I was so much better and smarter than them. I wanted to be like "You don't even know me. I took super hard classes in high school. Stop judging me." I was only wearing the earring because it looked cute. I don't get why that's such a big deal. Anyway, I could not make any friends at BYU. So frustrating. That's why I couldn't last there. My dad was like "Just stick it out. It's only four years." But I just couldn't do it. I can't handle all these Utah Mormons. Mormons are so much better outside of Utah. I only like minority Mormons. It's like my job now. There aren't a lot of Mormons there, and everyone is just so cool with everyone else. It's so nice. I work for like a non-profit house that helps people with mental problems like dementia and schyzophrenia. It's all the people that hear voices inside their head or whatever. Anyway, I asked my boss, this 80-year-old doctor, what he thought about tattoos and he said they're disgusting and evil. It made me laugh so hard. He's like totally LDS and super blunt. He's just the cutest old man. I love him.

GUY: Hey I'm going to grab some lunch. It was nice meeting you.

GIRL: Yeah good meeting you!