I found a spot on one of my teeth the other day that will require an inevitable trip to the dentist. For what ever reason, most of us equate going to the dentist with some of the worst things in life. I always leave the dental office feeling violated and degraded in some way, as if someone has broken into my house but didn't steel anything, just messed stuff up a bit. I particularly hate the parent-like reprimanded I receive at my obvious lack of flossing. So I guess this is a portrayal of my feeling towards all that, exaggerated slightly. Too bad for Davey though...
Monday, February 22, 2010
I found a spot on one of my teeth the other day that will require an inevitable trip to the dentist. For what ever reason, most of us equate going to the dentist with some of the worst things in life. I always leave the dental office feeling violated and degraded in some way, as if someone has broken into my house but didn't steel anything, just messed stuff up a bit. I particularly hate the parent-like reprimanded I receive at my obvious lack of flossing. So I guess this is a portrayal of my feeling towards all that, exaggerated slightly. Too bad for Davey though...
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