Sep 11, 2006 21:13
Well my darlings, as promised today I went to the dentist and he said that i was fit to eat solid foods for years to come. That made me happy. Although they put some piantlike floride stuff on my teeth that hardens and stay for a few hours and man it feels soooo gross. It feels like a month's plack buildup on the teeth. Ick.
Topic of discussion comes from the last part of the visit. The doc commented on the gap in my teeth and asked if i wanted anything done to it. I decided to humor him and ask what he recommended. He said they could put plastic on the inside of them to fill it in (and make my two front teeth unusually large. no, not in the least bit obvious) or the invisaline thing was an option.
Now, friends, my teeth have been the way they are for as long as i can remember and over 20 years they haven't gotten noticably worse so it's never really bothered me much. The problem I have is, since i say that it's not a big issue for me, wouldn't getting it fixed prove that the above statement is a lie?
I've thought about this a little bit, and i can't think of a single reason to do it other than to have a better appearance.. Let's see, better smile could, in theory, help me do better with the ladies, could conceivably help me in a job interview, and could improve my self esteem.
I don't like any of those reasons. In fact, i hate every single one of them. As far as the ladies are concerned, i need to learn to actually talk to them before i worry about whether or not they are repulsed by my smile; the job, slightly far fetched that i would lose out on a job because of a blemish on my dental record; and as for the self esteem...i don't think i could sleep at night if i let myself think that i was happy with who i was because of what i look like. Fuck that. Again and again.
And despite this, i still find myself saying, Might as well do it. Don't see a downside. I mean, couldn't hurt right?
But i have to say this, because it is important. If the doc had said, normal braces could fix that right up, i'd say no way immediately. And i could say i said no because (as mentioned) it hasnt bothered me. yet with the option of this invisaline thing, suddenly it's worth thinking about. I hate myself just for that alone, yet i bet most people would act the exact same way.Vanity and being self conscious sucks balls.
I realized that this situation is very similar to something explored in an episode of Daria, (my all time favorite TV show for anyone who doesn't know that). Here's the conversation:
Daria - Aunt Amy?
Amy - Hey, my favorite niece.
Daria - Oh!
Amy - Who is this?
Daria - Um, it's...
Amy - I'm joking, Daria. How are you? Your mother hasn't had a stroke, has she?
Daria - Well, I haven't checked her in the last half hour. How was Hawaii?
Amy - Wish I were still there. What can I do for you?
Daria - Um, I wanted to ask your advice about something. I'm thinking about getting contact lenses.
Amy - Uh-huh, sounds good.
Daria - It does?
Amy - Why not?
Daria - Well, isn't it kind of... vain?
Amy - Do you have mirrors in your house, Daria?
Daria - Yeah.
Amy - Do you look in them before you go out?
Daria - Yeah.
Amy - Well, then, you're already going to hell, so you might as well get the lenses; you'll see the brimstone better.
Daria - What do you mean?
Amy - I mean, having contacts is no more vain than primping in the mirror. It just gives you different options about the way you look. It wouldn't change your personality, it wouldn't change your values, and it would set your parents back a couple hundred bucks. So, I don't see any downside at all.
I guess I'm going to go ahead and get it done...but know i don't feel right about it one bit.
And now the funny:
After the dentist i went to the ATM to get some cash. When i stuck my card in, i forgot that the first thing you do is select a language and instead i started typing in my pin, and apparently the button i hit was just the right button to select the Chinese language, and, oh Jesus.
I had a mini panic attack and started pushing buttons to no avail. AGGH!
Eventually i discovered the 'cancel' button and the crisis was over. But golly i sure was scared there for a second.
Anyway, I am off to Discworld, cause Terry Pratchett is the man!