Today, I chipped my tooth pretty badly. God knows why I was chewing with a fork in my mouth. I ended up ingesting part of my tooth along with a mouthful of duck.
Surprisingly, I did not feel any sadness I would have expected myself to feel considering the fact that the alignment of my teeth is probably the most aesthetically pleasant feature on me.
I felt rather amused by this whole unfortunate incident. I remember running my tongue along the jagged edges, feeling the slight dent in my tooth, the aftermath of a clash between enamel and steel.
I mean hey there are only so many firsts that can happen to your body after you stop being a kid . Afterall the firsts is always the most exciting (that's what she said).
When you were a kid losing your first tooth was probably the most tantalizing yet scary experience ever, you rocking your tooth back and forth, back and forth amidst boring maths lessons. By the time it's time for the second tooth, you're probably still a little excited but not as much as the first time.
Subsequently, you'll be like I'm a pro at this and proceed to pluck your tooth loosely embedded in your gum with your bare fingers.
Ironically as you grow older the amounts of firsts starts increasing again proportionally to your age ( think first colonoscopy, first gynecologist , first sign of high cholesterol ) you get my gist.
For now I shall embrace a 'first' that happened to me, and try not to be such a hazard to myself again.
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