…I want to shout, “YOU ARE A MIRACULOUSLY SENTIENT BAG OF WET CARBON, STOMPING AROUND ON A HUGE HUNK OF ROCK WHICH ITSELF IS HURTLING AROUND A MASSIVE NUCLEAR FIREBALL AT ROUGHLY 67,000 MILES AN HOUR. HOW MUCH MORE ADVENTURE DO YOU NEED?”
After walking in to the brightly lit, softly designed office (complete with bird feeders on the windows and pictures of flowers everywhere) and hearing 1. Wilson Phillips playing 2. followed by the Dirty Dancing soundtrack 3. And conversation by the all-female staff about their “favorite scented candles!” and where they get them!, my new hygienist informed me about how the ending of Twilight the movie was different than the ending of Twilight the book (oh, really?). My new dentist waltzed in all smiles and immediately pointed out our Baby Giraffeness solidarity: “You’re super tall like me! Thank god capris eventually came into style, amirite?”
I have to say I’m a bit confused as to whether I just found a new dentist or joined a sorority.
People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.