I was going to write about how people get out of sync from one another and crazy schedules and miscommunication lead to failures in social goals.
But I got a toothache, so I wrote about that instead.
Also, I’ve been reading Huck Finn. I feel that’s important to mention in that I occasionally think in the same voice I give to a poor misfit from 1863-5-ish Missouri.
By Maggie McGinity
Molar against molar.
No friction in this sittin’
Just certainty against certainty
Which certainly is hurtin’ me
Oh, my plastic savior,
I could not save with string.
Be on best behavior,
Cleansed in the sink.
Dear, you’ve lost your tightness.
No water pills remain.
Is there no way to right this
This agony, inside of me
This pain, this pain,
So close to my brain,
Making me forget
All but regret
Whatever I might have changed
To block this pain.
It was, it was away
Food in, fix in today
Once there was none to banish
Then molar-chicken sandwich
Pressure you can’t understand
Spreads through my skull and sways my hand
If I can’t recall what I ought to do
A pain appears to bring me to
Timing and rhyming and planning and panning
Singing and winging and banning and scanning
Sighing and prying and smiling and dialing
Missing and dissing and dying and trying
My ears, in equal turn, amiss
Bring back the bad news, back the bliss
My roving dreamer can’t resist
To pass this passive pessimist
Though the teeth doth press and press
I cannot carry off careless
Sleep, and see no thing come out best
“Love conquers all things except poverty and toothache.”
“Mental pain is less dramatic than physical pain, but it is more common and also more hard to bear. The frequent attempt to conceal mental pain increases the burden: it is easier to say ‘My tooth is aching’ than to say ‘My heart is broken,’”
“Drain the pressure from the swelling,
This sensation’s overwhelming,
Give me a long kiss goodnight
and everything will be alright
Tell me that I won’t feel a thing
So give me Novacaine”
-“Give me Novacaine” by Green Day