Well, for whatever reason, I can't seem to reach Blogger tonight. Hope that's not the case with everyone ... my sites will get lonely. ;)
But, since I can't get there to post what I was going to post, I'll post it here. Why not.
Now, some of you might find this trivial, and I admit, 95% of it IS trivial. I don't put much stock in such things. I have bigger and better targets for my attention.
I am not a handsome man. That photo of me is rather deceptive - it's me, alright, but hey, I'm wearing a hat and sunglasses, and the colors are all funky. It's not just artistic.
Normally this doesn't bother me. I'm not a brick shithouse in the muscles department, and, well, I've bad teeth. Very bad. Nothing I can do about it; I was born with a low enamel count and I've had the teeth I do about ten years longer than the dentists and doctors told me I would, so I count myself lucky. Eventually, I'll have the 6 grand nessasary to get all new stuff, but until then I don't smile much and avoid photos that reveal that shortcoming whenever possible.
Today I was talking with the neighbor lady, who happened to be in has backyard with her young son - about seven or eight years old, I think he is. Ahh, kids, you can always depend on them for an up front question, innocent of such things as embarrassment and the like. That little boy looks dead in my face and asked me, 'what's wrong with your teeth?'
He wasn't being mean, he really wanted an answer, I could tell. His mother quickly apologized and shushed the boy, and I admit I was taken back for a moment. I knelt down so as to be eye level with him and asked him if he brushed his teeth every day. 'No, not always', he said. 'Well, if you don't, you might end up like me.' I bared a big semi-toothy grin so he could see what was up. He looked a little upset at first, then he asked me if it hurt.
'No, not for me; I have something wrong that makes my teeth like this. They almost never hurt. But if you don't take of yours, which are real strong, yours would, and I'd imagine they would hurt all the time. So, you should always brush them.' He agreed, and further stated that he would brush his every day from now on.
The neighbor and I spoke a little longer, then I came back inside as I had more writing to do. I wonder if I had any lasting effect on that kid.
It makes it very difficult getting jobs. It makes it difficult getting dates, too, and understandably. I have a girlfriend who looks past that, and she's great for it. Still, I'd like to get it taken care of eventually, when I can afford it.
Anyway, that's what happened today. I just wanted to get it off my chest.
