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Saturday, June 6, 2015

The Dentist.

The last time I went was like 7 - 8 years ago? I went again today, not because I want to or anything. I had to because one of my front teeth is going backwards. I thought hey I'm old enough to do this alone.

Har. Har. Har. Joke's on me right?

It was scary. Never have I ever felt so vulnerable and child-like. Sitting under the bright lights with the dentist staring into my teeth as though he's staring right through my soul. It sounds like I'm exaggerating, I know. But I'm not being overdramatic or anything. I was legit scared. Not like "scared of monsters or ghosts" but like "scared of failing the interview or being told you're not good enough". It was at that point that I realized how much I wanted and needed my mom. Like that kind of parental support yknow? I was wanted it to end. I just wanted to get out. I just wanted to cry.

He was telling me I need surgery and braces and a good cleaning and retainer and it costs like 4.5k and all this mambo jambo. To say I was overwhelmed and intimidated would be a major understament. The consultation was like 10-15mins? But it felt like a lifetime.

My next appointment is end of next month. I am not looking forward to it at all.

We all have different fears. Mine happens to be something so casual and stupid like ordering food or going to the doctors or dentists. Sigh. Maybe you're right, I am indeed childish.

& 3:10 PM
Prince& his 1000 sexy sheeps