Thursday, February 17, 2011

Toothy

So you're eating.Blissfully, crunchily, when a thought drifts through your mind. A thought that shatters everything: Is there something in my teeth?
There's no where to check for yourself. Your tongue searches desperately for anything foreign, but you just can't be sure. You can't move on, you can't ignore it. So you find a trusted friend to ask:
Your dear friend says, "Let me see". Which is really the only sensible thing to say at a moment like this, but before you can let him see, you are seized by horror.
Really, you are committed. You already asked and the only way he can answer is if you show him your teeth, but for a moment you clamp your mouth tight. Let's face it, teeth are kind of disturbing in the best of times. Weirdly shaped, sharp, exposed bones in your face, surrounded by some strange flesh/cartilage hybrid.
And at this moment you are already suspicious that it is not even the best of times. The very reason you are having to bare your food crushing devices to someone else is horrifying.
And this is your dear friend, maybe you love them. Maybe you looove love them! Do you really want them to see you like this? Sure they will still care for you, but now perhaps they will have to love you in spite of the fact that your mouth is a mesh of filth. Can you live with that?

No matter. You are committed and they are waiting. So you steel yourself and reveal your potential shame:
Probably it goes ok though. So it doesn't hurt to double check.

1 comment:

Haley! said...

I love your comics!!!!!! :D <3 soooo funny!!! :D