Ah, dammit. It’s well after midnight and I’m still awake. And I need to wash my hair tomorrow morning, which means I can’t just stagger out of bed at 6:25am, pull my pants on and head for the subway. Another night with five hours of sleep, max. Dammit. <\/p>\n
I had a dentist appointment booked for December 5th, plenty of time to work up my nerve, and then today the receptionist called to tell me they had an opening Tuesday at 2:30pm and would I like to reschedule? I don’t know what madness possessed me to say yes, but I did, and now I have to go get cavities drilled and a filling replaced. Bugger. It’s going to require needles, and it’s going to be two hours long, and I am NOT HAPPY about this situation. <\/p>\n
The worst part is going to be getting myself there. Mostly because I have to take myself, by myself, to an appointment every nerve in my body screams to run away from. Then I have to sit myself down in the big reclining chair, and patiently and without fighting or punching or throwing any kind of fit or tantrum allow someone to go INSIDE MY BODY with invasive metal implements and HURT ME. <\/p>\n
I always believed that this was what growing up was about. Achieving the kind of self-control and discipline over your inner child that let you take your own damn self without outward influence or supervision to the dentist. The alternative of course being that you go skiving off down the street to Sugar Mountain, buy a pound of caramels, and vow to wait until dentures to become a necessity before visiting the bloody dentist again. Bugger bugger bugger. I certainly don’t feel very adult about this. In fact, I can’t think for the life of me what makes someone an adult anymore. <\/p>\n
I have my driver’s licence, I can vote, and drink and all that. I have a mortgage, credit cards, RRSPs and a full-time job with benefits. I guess all that’s wanting at this point is the spouse and offspring, although I often feel they might never come at all. People have said (and by people, I’m not just talking strangers, I mean my mother and my best friend) that I’m one of those odd people who might just be a perpetual batchelorette. Always the bridesmaid, etc. Heart breaker. Never want what you can have. Too free-spirited. <\/p>\n
If that’s the case, will anything make me an adult? Should I even wish for such a thing?<\/p>\n
I hate going to the dentist.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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