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Two old bachelors
Mar. 31st, 2010 06:53 pm"Those two old bachelors, they were headed for a fall" -- The Beatroots
Dental cleaning, done! Annual physical, on tap for tomorrow. The dental hygienist didn't torture me as much as usual this time and commented on the reduction in tea stains.
I really hate fake kindness. Even if it's just a social thing, it bugs me. I mean, give me the real thing be it good or bad, just make it real. Responding to something I'd said, the hygienist referred to me as her favorite patient. *eyeroll* There was no irony in her tone, though there should have been, along with a good dose of sarcasm. No she was trying to make light of a situation that is never entirely pleasant, cleaning my teeth. It's no fun for me and it's not the kind of appointment a dental professional wants for their last of the day. "Well, we survived that one," would be appropriate. I'm sure I'm far from her favorite patient. "Damn, you could make my job easier!" would be equally appropriate. To which I could respond, "You're get paid. I'm getting hurt. It should be hard for you too." That would be a conversation of truth and maybe a strange camaraderie. Even if she said, "Oh, not you again" when she saw me I wouldn't mind. In fact, I'd like her a lot more if she'd just say it.
Last night I got Aztec Camera's "Stray" in my head and just for something different I played it on the stereo. I was actually blown away by how great it sounded. That CD was made back when they produced them carefully and were trying to get every ounce of music out of the medium, not just every ounce of loudness. My speakers responded too it extremely well. Most of the new CDs I've encountered lately seem to be too extreme in their production or just plain thrown together. Maybe I'm just a curmudgeon.
Dental cleaning, done! Annual physical, on tap for tomorrow. The dental hygienist didn't torture me as much as usual this time and commented on the reduction in tea stains.
I really hate fake kindness. Even if it's just a social thing, it bugs me. I mean, give me the real thing be it good or bad, just make it real. Responding to something I'd said, the hygienist referred to me as her favorite patient. *eyeroll* There was no irony in her tone, though there should have been, along with a good dose of sarcasm. No she was trying to make light of a situation that is never entirely pleasant, cleaning my teeth. It's no fun for me and it's not the kind of appointment a dental professional wants for their last of the day. "Well, we survived that one," would be appropriate. I'm sure I'm far from her favorite patient. "Damn, you could make my job easier!" would be equally appropriate. To which I could respond, "You're get paid. I'm getting hurt. It should be hard for you too." That would be a conversation of truth and maybe a strange camaraderie. Even if she said, "Oh, not you again" when she saw me I wouldn't mind. In fact, I'd like her a lot more if she'd just say it.
Last night I got Aztec Camera's "Stray" in my head and just for something different I played it on the stereo. I was actually blown away by how great it sounded. That CD was made back when they produced them carefully and were trying to get every ounce of music out of the medium, not just every ounce of loudness. My speakers responded too it extremely well. Most of the new CDs I've encountered lately seem to be too extreme in their production or just plain thrown together. Maybe I'm just a curmudgeon.
