Where I Make A Mountain Out Of A Molehill

I debated whether to put this under the Thunk Thursday category or merely make mention of it. Instead, I am creating a new category, "Where I Make A Mountain Out Of A Molehill."

With so many serious issues in this journey called life, a lot of events take place that are neither bumps in the road, nor matters of great importance.  Yet, a mountain is made from a molehill simply because I don't want to tackle the tough topics.  The demands of life pile up.  The weight is heavy. I struggle to stack them in such a way as to save them from toppling. In the midst of it all, a seemingly inane incident happens and the balance tips.  Rather than try to upright it all,I focus on the one cube that really has no weight at all.  It neither tips nor touches anything that matters, and is so insignificant that I thrust it to the forefront, until it is bigger than life. Satisfaction.

This post won't be that dramatic of a mountain, more like an ant hill from a grain of sand.

I went to a new dentist yesterday. If you don't remember, I am in the process of getting a dental implant, you know, a fake tooth.  Part of the process is picking a color for the new tooth.  Everything in me wants pearly WHITE, the fake, bleached white everyone on television wears.  Unfortunately for me, because my two front teeth are not natural and cannot be whitened, I am pretty much stuck with matching the color of the fake tooth to the two front fake teeth. (I know I've posted this photo before, but am posting it again just in case anyone has forgotten that I once lived with shiny, silver teeth.)

As the dentist was comparing tooth colors to both my natural teeth and my two front teeth, she pulled one up and declared, "this is perfect!"  I looked into the mirror at the tooth front she was holding.  It looked rather yellow to me.  "Oh, this is beautiful," she gushed a bit more, "look how nicely it matches your hair, and so lovely with your skin tone."

It matches my hair?????  Lady, my hair is golden copper!  I do not want my tooth to match my hair.  Why don't I just get a lovely gold tooth instead? Then replace the front two with gold also, wouldn't that look smashing with my golden red hair????

Seriously, I don't know what this woman was thinking.

Truthfully,

Joanne

^"Confidence in an unfaithful man in time of trouble is like a broken tooth"