Think of it in terms of clutter. Brain garbage. What’s left after picking the caramels out. (BTW, creme centers. Yuck! Which is the point in case you didn’t understand the last analogy.) Picture a NYC apartment filled with an overstuffed living room sectional.
All that having been said, I have had several dental experiences lately that have left me sitting in a chair, read “ceiling staring, barely padded, torture chaise,” and thinking. I mean, what else can one do while someone is elbow deep in your mouth as you give the armrest the Vulcan death grip?
And with all the looks being cast every which way, I LOVE to cause and catch these when ever and where ever I can. It not only feels good, it feels RIGHT.
Why after all that has overcome me, do I still stand, surprised at the outcome? At one time I thought myself a Sakura. A delicate beautiful flower whose petals were here for only a short time before bearing the cherry of the year to follow. A sweet fruit surrounding a hard and sour pit. I saw that…Read more »