The Whole Tooth

The subjective nature of personal crises amuses me. At least it would if my whole mouth wasn't throbbing in pain. Ordinarily I spend most of my time pondering how to bring peace to the Middle East, or how to create limitless free energy for the world. But when my mouth hurts like this all I can do is try to keep from screaming.

Such is life. We can't help but focus on ourselves, because we can never know exactly what it is like to be another person in another situation. So I suppose that the best we can hope for is to spare thoughts for others when possible and try to do what we think will help them out (asking is sometimes helpful, although you need to be able to decode responses from a woman). Because you never know when you'll need someone else's help, like a dentist.


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