maybe a tooth isn't an organ, I don't know...it's definitely tissue though
I've started having the teeth dreams again - you know, where my teeth fall right out of my mouth. I don't know if it's because I have some deep fear or anxiety in my life right now, or what. It could just be the fact that I'm working with little kids whose teeth are starting to fall out.
Hm...I've always wanted someone to shed some light on this.
Here's an interesting cultural note though. I was just wondering what the kids in my school do about loose teeth. A lot of their families are from El Salvador or Guatemala or other Central American countries, and I figured they might not do the whole Tooth Fairy deal. I asked them if they do anything with their teeth once they fall out, and they said no. Then I remembered that in church a few weeks ago, a little girl said she got $10 for her tooth.
A natural biological process gets rewarded with that much money? And by a fictional creature that flies around at night harvesting children's dead organs? That's just creepy. Don't even get me started on the Easter Bunny. What weird traditions will we create for children in future generations? Maybe soon we'll pay them for haircuts. And the hair will be taken from under their pillow by...a mermaid or something glamorous like that, and replaced with a $50 bill. Ew.
The US is weird. I should research the history of the Tooth Fairy. Or maybe you can do that and report back to me.
I'm constantly playing games inside my head to keep myself entertained. The most common is the "what if" game. You know, what if I forgot my credit card? What if I just got up in the middle of the class and started dancing on the table? What if I could say exactly what I wanted to that person? What if the world ended, and the only people left alive were the people in this room right now?
And then there's the ever-popular: what if I had 2 weeks to live? Everyone does that one. I think I'd go to Massachusetts and invite everyone who wanted to make the trip to come hang out there with me on the lake. But honestly, I feel like dying would be getting let off the hook. If you die young, everyone will say that you had so much potential. If you just die, you got a bad deal out of life. But if you live to be 100 and look back and realize you did nothing with your life to make the world a better place, then man, you really screwed up. Living is much scarier than dying.
I don't know, these are the kinds of things I think about. Which also makes me think of a song that I can't tell you how much I love.
I am more afraid of living Than I am scared to die I am more afraid of falling Than I am of flying high
But every moral has a story And every story has an end Every battle has its glory And its consequence
I am more afraid of loving Than I am of being scorned Oh but I will keep on trying Though I've been forewarned
But every moral has a story And every story has an end Every battle, every battle has its glory And its consequence
I would rather, I would rather me be lonely Than you have someone to hold I'm not as scared of dying As I am of growing old
Oh yeah, and I also got to listen to that song the other night at this concert that I had wanted to go to all year, but I was too cheap to buy a ticket until my friend took me to because her dad won free tickets. And I danced and I danced danced to that song. It was very good. Here's a picture:
So I'm in line at Giant, and I think, Man, that would really suck if I didn't have my credit card. What would I do? I wonder if that other man in line would pay for me. That would be so embarrassing. I'd offer to send him a check, but he'd probably refuse. He looks like a nice guy. So I put my ice cream and chicken breasts and broccoli and whatnot on the conveyer belt. Then I get up to the front of the line and it's time to pay for my food. Dun dun duuuun. I can't find my credit card. I search frantically, but it's not there. I had to put all my food to the side, run out to my car to find it, then run back in and go back to the end of the line. How embarrassing.
The moral of the story is that I have psychic abilities.
I feel like I owe you all something. I haven't been motivated to write anything, so let's see what I can find. Hmm...
Well, I moved into a new (to me) house, and I just set off the smoke alarm for the fourth or fifth time. The first time I did it, I was freaked out cause there is a big button on it that says "DO NOT PUSH" so I was scared to touch it. It kept going off for about 5 minutes, and I was the only one in the house.
Apparently, steam from the shower sets it off. And I always forget to close the door when I'm done. This house has lots of quirks. I spent a long time trying to broil something in the gas oven last night. Who would've known you had to put it in the bottom drawer?? Also, the water is very hot and I always scald myself while doing dishes.
