Justin celebrates being himself — and helps a good cause — by getting inked recently.
Dear Mom & Dad,
After sending home a former college football player in elimination and making it to the “final three” on ABC’s “I Survived A Japanese Game Show,” the producers asked me with excitement, “How does it feel being an underdog and making it to the finals?”
“Underdog?” I nearly choked as I stared at a camera in my face expecting me to be overcome with shock. “I’m no underdog. I’m underestimated.”
I was insulted the producers didn’t know what I was capable of. I’ve come to realize, however, that being underestimated can be quite advantageous, because nothing shuts someone up better than proving them wrong.
In case you haven’t noticed, it’s a life motto of mine to live dangerously and outrageously. I was meaning to get a tattoo signifying it on my bicep for a while, but never got around to it. When I saw Electric City Tattoo Gallery was hosting a fundraiser that offered $50 tattoos to benefit a local children’s hospital, I thought it would be the perfect opportunity.
As the artist inked “Live dangerously, Live outrageously!” on my skin, I thought maybe the money I was donating would help save the life of a child so they could grow up to live dangerously and outrageously just like me.
Apparently a kid I work with didn’t agree.
“Did you see Justin’s new tattoo?” he said to another coworker, laughing.
I was right behind him.
“What’s wrong with it?” I asked before he could get to the punch line. His eyes opened wide, face turned beet red, and he walked away. Who was he to comment on my tattoo? The dirtbag clearly underestimated how I would react.
To make him feel like shit, I told him later that night the tattoo was to honor a friend of mine who died of cancer and wrote me a note that his mom found two years later telling me to live dangerously and outrageously. It was a lie, but he felt stupid, so I was content.
After work, I noticed his car was behind me at the red light. The light turned green, and as I sat there waiting for it to turn red again so he’d have to wait, I realized maybe this was the reason people from work didn’t invite me out for drinks.
Did I do it because I like to live dangerously and outrageously? Maybe. Maybe not. All I know is that he hasn’t underestimated me since.
Sorry,
Justin
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