“Why did you get a blueberry tattooed?”
“Not all tattoos have meaning.”
“They usually do.”
“Well, that’s bullshit. You cannot honestly say that all the tattoos that you see on people have profound meaning! I mean, have you seen what’s out there? I have seen dicks and arseholes for Pete’s sake! You cannot say that they can possibly have meaning!”
“Um-”
“And come on, sometimes you do things for no reason, just because. Or because it’s pretty! What can a blueberry mean? It’s a fruit! It doesn’t mean anything!”
“It was your ex, wasn’t it?”
“Fuck you. I just told you that it doesn’t mean anything. It’s a fruit. Maybe I just like blueberries very much! Or maybe it just looks good! Or maybe the colours look good on my skin! Or maybe it’s my niece’s favourite fruit and she thought it would be funny! Not everything needs a profound meaning, Alan.”
“It was a thing between you and your ex wasn’t it? It was some sort of pet name or inside joke. Something just the two of you knew. Something part of your unique language as a couple. Something that represents the love that you felt and shared.”
“Fuck you.”
“Am I wrong?”
“No. You are not, alright? Yes, it was a thing with my ex. There! It has profound meaning!”
“I knew it!”
“Fuck off.”