Today my wisdom teeth decided to come out. Rather, they were forcibly extracted by a South African monster of mayhem who found it proper to shatter said molars through use of a giant drill (yes, that sentence did need that many adjectives). Though I was supposedly in a dream-like state induced by laughing gas and my sheer aversion to live, I found myself quite awake. At times like this, you realize how disorienting it is to live inside your own...flerghin'...head.
Imagine I put you in a box. Besides the fact that no one wants to be put in a box, you might start to panic. You may start to stew over topics deeper than what flavor pudding you will funnel down your swollen throat after the torture concludes. The theorizing that goes on inside my head whilst uninterrupted by foreign invaders (most other humans) is of prodigious proportion. For instance, I am going abroad; I began to wonder if I may create a new mental outlook for myself upon experiencing feats other than the ones I am currently involved in. Also, do monkeys go number two? Do penguins wear lipstick? It also makes me wonder why traumatic experiences and the like are required to invoke deep thought. Must I make like Charlie Brown and slide on my tuchus in order to realize that brussel sprout flavored ice cream really isn't that bad? In an odd way, this encapsulating mental state allows for a personal and cathartic therapy session. Therapists never really help anyways, right? I do believe their goal is to remain silent to promote your babbling. Actually, my source X has just confirmed this as partially true. Bam.
As some of my friends may know, I am claustrophobic. My past roommate, Allison, may remember the time I forced her to walk me half a mile down to the lit bathroom as we camped in the middle of erm, nowhere, situated near the Chattooga River. My flashlight blew out and I had just about lost it before I safely rolled out of the rain and into the bug-infested but lit restroom. I like to compare my mildly horrific occurence to the one I experienced in the dentist office today. Today I experienced a new form of claustrophobia. As much as I might enjoy being bagged and stuffed in a locked suitcase (likely occurrence), I do not appreciate this feeling of being closed off. Complete darkness is truly paralyzing. Darkness, sometimes cars, too many frogs, and an abundance of humans or bananas make me claustrophobic. It's the feeling of being truly isolated that freaks me. I feel as though I'm in the middle of the North Pole, there is a lot of snow, and I am in a small, ostracized igloo. I have no access to sunlight nor the ability to properly come in contact with others. Snow angels really weren't a part of this deal. Good luck moving to Chicago, Katie.
Regardless of this information...my teeth are out, though I unfortunately will not be expecting a visit from the tooth fairy. I suspect she only accepts whole teeth.
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