Perfect! Thank you.
On This Will Be The Way We Brush Our Teeth, Brush Our Teeth, Brush Our Teeth, This Will Be The Way We Brush Our Teeth Early In The Morning In The Future
The problem with the dentist is that it reduces you to a set of teeth. When you're there, your entire self-worth, basically, becomes your mouth. So when they're like, ohhh is that the color you're happiest with? You (I) hear "you are revolting; any positive thought you've ever had about yourself is wrong." The moments of pain are pretty fucking horrible, too, but the moments of almost-pain are even worse. Like, is this even hurting? and sometimes you can't tell because it doesn't, exactly, but it all feels wrong. Like, that "this shouldn't be happening."
I went to the dentist today, actually, partially because I hadn't been in a while, but also because I had gum recession on this one tooth (hot), and I was like omg this is the crack in the windshield? are they going to find ... I don't know, death embodied somewhere within it? I don't know, whatever. But it turned out to be fine, except she was like, you're brushing too hard. And it's like ... ugh it's like this self-perpetuating thing. Every problem I have with my teeth, currently, I have because of previous dental procedures, or because of generally believed & encouraged dental practices. And all the hot, shitty-toothed people in the wild west were fine, right? I mean, no, but also whatever. Teeth weren't such a calling card. Fuck teeth. No but I love teeth.
It's almost like other people don't take out their sadnesses, fears, and anxieties while brushing their teeth because if they can just clean hard enough it bleaches everything in their heads for a sec.
That said, Alex, I know of a good place. Also I am switching to Sonicare.
we think we're peopleee
Loved this. Thank you.
On Dear Mom
@deepomega What do you THINK I'm thinking of??
Haha, burned by the slow scroll -- "oh, hot guy, nice, oh, okay, hm, wait, okay, he's holding an owl, hmm never mind."
On The Question
Wonderful, Maria, thank you. As always.
@Jane Donuts I hear that! My problem -- although I'm still not convinced it's a problem, although it's bitten me in the ass so many times -- is that I try to imagine what the other person is thinking, and then try to imagine what they think I'm thinking, and then what they think that I'm thinking that they're thinking, all without ever asking them, and act accordingly ... and it's all in the name of theoretical thoughtfulness, except after the first degree of imagination, it usually becomes nonsense that exists only in my head, and builds on itself further and further away from reality.