harsh in kinesphere

Experiences maketh the man.. ohh wait, that’s ‘clothes maketh the man’, clearly I have unaddressed issues.

But recently I had an experience that makes a man.

I met the devil’s real world identity- the dentist.

There’s an ongoing war between the almighty and Satan. So when Satan created the dentist, god created the anesthetic but then Satan created injections got the lead.

I am not a needle friendly person; I get panicky whenever there’s a syringe in the same room as I am. And the dentist was getting a kick out of all this, I’m pretty sure I caught him smiling when he saw my expression as he wielded that syringe. I knew I had a chance to escape as the door was unlocked but I was frozen in fear. As he was in his act, the calm expression gave no indication of his barbarous intention; he managed to keep his cool when I was a step closer to cry like a little girl.

I lay in the chair and I realized how bad I had been when looking into the bright light became difficult. Maybe that’s why I was in the chair. Take the position in the chair and you’re a sitting duck. You allow some guy to put pointy things in your mouth. At that point you’d even give your soul if he’d just ask. That’s why I’d be logical to send criminals to the clinic instead of the lock-up /*now that’s an idea!*/.

The doc has concluded that the acidic nature of my saliva is to be blamed /*what??*/.

What do they do if they have some dental problems??I’ll try to make him laugh or shout so that I can get a good look at his teeth. And what do you do when your girlfriend is also your dentist; nobody would want to say no to her!