Odgen Nash, The End Of Three Years, And A Title.

and since i promised myself i would do this the day my life changes:

This Is Going To Hurt Just A Little Bit

One thing I like less than most things is sitting in a dentist chair with my mouth wide open.

And that I will never have to do it again is a hope that I am against hope hopen.

Because some tortures are physical and some are mental,
But the one that is both is dental.
It is hard to be self-possessed
With your jaw digging into your chest.

So hard to retain your calm
When your fingernails are making serious alterations in your life line or love line or some other important line in your palm;

So hard to give your usual effect of cheery benignity
When you know your position is one of the two or three in life most lacking in dignity.

And your mouth is like a section of road that is being worked on.
And it is all cluttered up with stone crushers and concrete mixers and drills and steam rollers and there isn’t a nerve in your head thatyou aren’t being irked on.

Oh, some people are unfortunate enough to be strung up by thumbs.
And others have things done to their gums,
And your teeth are supposed to be being polished,
But you have reason to believe they are being demolished.

And the circumstance that adds most to your terror
Is that it’s all done with a mirror,
Because the dentist may be a bear, or as the Romans used to say, only they were referring to a feminine bear when they said it, an ursa,
But all the same how can you be sure when he takes his crowbar in one hand and mirror in the other he won’t get mixed up, the way you do when you try to tie a bow tie with the aid of a mirror, and forget that left is right and vice versa?

And then at last he says That will be all; but it isn’t because he then coats your mouth from cellar to roof
With something that I suspect is generally used to put a shine on a horse’s hoof.

And you totter to your feet and think. Well it’s all over now and afterall it was only this once.
And he says come back in three monce.

And this, O Fate, is I think the most vicious circle that thou ever sentest,
That Man has to go continually to the dentist to keep his teeth in good condition
when the chief reason he wants his teeth in good condition
is so that he won’t have to go to the dentist.


I wrote a mail to a cousin about two months ago, when she asked me to fill her in about what was going on in my life.

"I just read a blog post about how wonderful life would be if it were in reverse. I think it was a quote from Seinfeld. Everything would end in baby bliss and an orgasm. So that's where i will start, in reverse. The last thing that has happened to me, the most significant thing in three years, is my dentist's announcement. They're coming off, these dreadful braces!

Now, you might wonder why i'm starting with something as immaterial as braces. I have my reasons. I got my braces in the second month of my intermediate first year. Which is around four years ago. So these braces have been an integral part of most of my significant life (if any). Most of my friends (and me, i must admit) don't even remember the Me Before The Braces.

I had them at my first ever with-friends-pub visit, to my first-ever-drink, my first ever kiss (and, despite what anyone might say, you can kiss with braces, they don't make a difference, and they might even be hotter), my first boyfriend, my only break up yet, and many many painful toothaches."

And to requote Nash, like a vicious circle, i had to keep them on for some more time, as if three and a half years weren't enough. So, finally, they're off! And, really, I look quite pretty without them. Cute, even. I'm smiling into the mirror, and whaddya know! There's no metal! I can eat without stuff getting stuck there! Woohoo! How proud of me are you, eh World?

*teeeeeethy grin*

1 comment:

Citizen Earth said...

congrats!! chewing gum in the mail !!