A few weeks ago I had a couple fillings. The cavities weren't completely my fault; they were caused by my wisdom teeth, which were mashing my other teeth together and damaging them. But, they were my first ones. I no longer have basically-perfect teeth. This makes me sadder than it probably should. I feel like a failure. I lost the game of teeth. Now, I'm dramatizing a bit there; no need to send me a touching Hallmark card just yet. But, It's something that I'm going to have to live with my whole life. I kind of feel like I just said something really awful that I should have kept to myself... something like, "Hey, Travis, can we talk? My grandma just died." "Oooooh, owned!" Just some general feeling that something isn't quite right.
This post is directly related to my previous post in my mind. I typed "rope," thought of floss, thought of how my floss got stuck beneath my filling a few days ago, naturally making me think of my recent cavities.
Oh, and speaking of grandma dying, a coworker sent out mail to the team on Friday that she was going to work from home because her hard drive was completely hosed. I sent her an email back saying that "hosed" should be used more generally to describe the death of things. Like, "I'm sorry, Billy, but your grandma got hosed," or "John F. Kennedy Owned by Sniper."