It's weird. I guess I don't count time by years. Sure, I'm -- years old to whoever asks, but when it comes time to reflect and think about how much time has passed, nothing seems to hold them as well as -nope, you didn't guess it!- dentist's visits.
I went to the dentist today. As I sat in that same chair and looked at the same pictures on the same walls, with the same window beside it that I've been looking at for years.. I realised just how quickly this occasion seems to occur. Two visits per year, and yet every single time I go there and look around.. it feels like I was there just last week. It worries me, yet has an odd comfort all at once. Time just flies by between these trips. I seem to vividly remember blossoming, pink trees greeting me on the way there, so many more times than once. Yet in the same moment, I recall the chilling wind beating against my jacket as the leaves swirl around and I rush back to the car to go home. Yet.. somehow.. I don't ever seem to recall a rainy day. Isn't that odd?
It's always the same experience, too. "How are you today? Any problems with your teeth? So how old are you now?..." etc etc. But even before that, it always seems to be the same boring magazines in the waiting room. Fancy ones, mothery ones, sporty ones, teenage ones, and kiddy ones. Nothing to really suit me, though. They should really order National Geographic or something. I remember when I was little, really little... and all I needed was Highlights to keep me happy... although I also remember only looking at certain things in it, as much of the things it offered I either knew already, or it simply bored me. I also remember always asking to watch the tv they had (which they still have, amazingly.) I also remember being dissapointed that it only played videos, and I couldn't watch something that was already on. Eh, picky kids. What are ya gonna do?
The ride there always seemed so long. Of course, they switched to a different building a few years ago (damn, once again, it's been this long?) and it really isn't that much further from the original.. just a bit closer to my house. I remember train tracks, and cute buildings, and blocks which took forever to walk (as sometimes we'd get snacks at a 7-11 nearby, but wouldn't be allowed to eat them until a half hour after our teeth were cleaned and all that.) I drove by the old building a few weeks ago. The distance from that 7-11 to it was so short. It's amazing how big things seem when you're a small child. The ride also didn't take as long as I recalled. But, I suppose, ever since I started driving, rides haven't seemed as long... That's actually quite disappointing.
I can't believe it's only been (and yet, already been) four dentist visits since I met my love. When I think of how vividly I recall each previous visit, it's amazing to think of how quickly time has flown. It's so strange... so much has happened in that short time, I can't even begin to say how much I've improved.
Oi. I'm tired. This will be all I write for now...
I went to the dentist today. As I sat in that same chair and looked at the same pictures on the same walls, with the same window beside it that I've been looking at for years.. I realised just how quickly this occasion seems to occur. Two visits per year, and yet every single time I go there and look around.. it feels like I was there just last week. It worries me, yet has an odd comfort all at once. Time just flies by between these trips. I seem to vividly remember blossoming, pink trees greeting me on the way there, so many more times than once. Yet in the same moment, I recall the chilling wind beating against my jacket as the leaves swirl around and I rush back to the car to go home. Yet.. somehow.. I don't ever seem to recall a rainy day. Isn't that odd?
It's always the same experience, too. "How are you today? Any problems with your teeth? So how old are you now?..." etc etc. But even before that, it always seems to be the same boring magazines in the waiting room. Fancy ones, mothery ones, sporty ones, teenage ones, and kiddy ones. Nothing to really suit me, though. They should really order National Geographic or something. I remember when I was little, really little... and all I needed was Highlights to keep me happy... although I also remember only looking at certain things in it, as much of the things it offered I either knew already, or it simply bored me. I also remember always asking to watch the tv they had (which they still have, amazingly.) I also remember being dissapointed that it only played videos, and I couldn't watch something that was already on. Eh, picky kids. What are ya gonna do?
The ride there always seemed so long. Of course, they switched to a different building a few years ago (damn, once again, it's been this long?) and it really isn't that much further from the original.. just a bit closer to my house. I remember train tracks, and cute buildings, and blocks which took forever to walk (as sometimes we'd get snacks at a 7-11 nearby, but wouldn't be allowed to eat them until a half hour after our teeth were cleaned and all that.) I drove by the old building a few weeks ago. The distance from that 7-11 to it was so short. It's amazing how big things seem when you're a small child. The ride also didn't take as long as I recalled. But, I suppose, ever since I started driving, rides haven't seemed as long... That's actually quite disappointing.
I can't believe it's only been (and yet, already been) four dentist visits since I met my love. When I think of how vividly I recall each previous visit, it's amazing to think of how quickly time has flown. It's so strange... so much has happened in that short time, I can't even begin to say how much I've improved.
Oi. I'm tired. This will be all I write for now...
posted by Kate | 9:04 PM
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