So I guess I can sum up the past few weeks to something around this title. I haven't really been to the dentist in a while, 2/3 times were for cleaning, the other was for cavities...fun. That means the finger-waving dentist comes in to exert her cruel perception of power and authority to the novacained 20 year old in front of her. That's why i can endure the normal routine, because she doesn't do it.
It began with the usual, pumping me full of freezing to the point where I looked like I had a stroke ( i couldn't feel my right nostril and I couldn't move my eyebrow, which has never happened before!), and then stretches this blue surgeon's tarp thingy over my mouth, almost gagged me too...fantistic start there! So after being rendered unable to voice my displeasure I can do nothing but grip the seat and stare off into the corner while I try to block out the chit-chat with her assistant. Between discerning which sound would result in "if you're going crazy bang your head against wall thusly," the drilling or the socializing I caught on that apparently they didn't know that I could clearly hear everything they were saying.
Then it got fun, she started talking about how wonderfully skilled as a musician her daughter is yada yada yada. Then she started talking about how she loves to sing church hymns and how Jesus is present in the music and motivates her to be closer. I'm all for that but immediately I evauluated, "right-wing, conservative evangelical." There's nothing wrong with that, sure they're a little passionate for lack of a better term but I thought how she'll react to the band shirt I was wearing under the apron, all I could do was laugh and try to smile gleefully in eager anticipation. My bro told me that she spazzed at him for wearing his Metallica shirt when he was in, if they think Metallica is the poster child of the devil's music then Lamb of God was the spokesperson, or in terms relevant to her, "the door-to-door evangelist." I was wearing the shirt from the kick ass concert I blogged about in a previous post, it featured the band name on the top and a screaming winged skeleton wrapped around their logo. So after she finishes up I stand up only to see the acusatory, wide open eyes as she scanned my shirt. Immediatley she asked, "is that a sacriligious shirt?" I laughed as I said no and told her it was a band shirt from a thrash metal band from the states, she didn't buy it seeing that metal=evil=satan, clearly... her logic is astounding. My how the ignorant preach! This is the precise reason why I love metal, enforcing the whole mentality of if you don't like it that's fine, but if you challenge it then screw off! I said I explained the band to a priest and all that, skulls do not equal satan, Lamb of God is a name not a statement! "Well I'm sure he didn't want you to be wearing a shirt like that!" I didn't actually wear the shirt in front of a priest, I just wanted to play along and see her reaction, what a glorious reaction it was when she hastily said goodbye and disappeared into another room. I love playing these games, especially when you win!
