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beansideI had to have a tooth pulled yesterday. Wisdom tooth that hadn’t come in properly and ended up breaking and chewing up the inside of my cheek. I go to a dentist in the mildly redneck area of town because they’re good, and also, inexpensive. Problem is, if they ever were on time, I’d probably pass out. You can wait anywhere from half an hour up. Yesterday, it was two hours. Joy.
The wait, and the lovely people I was subjected to in the waiting room gave me plenty of things to think about though. I guess that’s good.
First, there was the young-looking mother of three. I put her at a maximum of twenty five. Her oldest was maybe eight or nine, with the younger two being probably between the ages of two and four.
They were every crappy parenting trait I’ve ever seen, on steroids. The youngest, at two, was running wild, running out the door, and down the strip mall. On the way back, he’d detour through the parking lot, giving the me and the woman sitting next to me a coronary. Would that his mother was that worried.
Her oldest suddenly went tearing out of the office, having been given Novocain and oxygen, acting like it was killing him. (the Novocaine had long since been administered—it wasn’t like he was running from the needle.) The mother proceeded to berate the poor dentist (who hadn’t even been in the room—he was letting the kid numb up) wanting to know what he’d done to her kid.
I call days like these my “birth control” days. They’re the ones that remind me why I don’t want children. Usually, I just have them at my office, though.
Once they were gone, I was without entertainment, until one of the women’s cell phones went off with a blaring rendition of “Jesus Take the Wheel.” This prompted much musing on the differences between the faith I was raised in vs the faith I’ve chosen.
Because, really. If I looked at the Lady or Lord, and said “take the wheel?” They’d drive my dumb ass off the road, no question. Probably yelling “Learn the damn lesson, already!”
It seems to me that in the Christian faith, the big thing is to surrender your will to God’s. Which is cool, if that’s what gets you through.
In paganism, though, the big thing is to learn your own damn lessons. There’s love and kindness, and assistance, but they aren’t going to do the heavy lifting for you. In all honesty, the days that I feel closest to deity is when I'm feeling all butch and hot and strong. Which reminds me, when I have $$, I need to go to the firing range. It's been too long.
Now, tis off to do some work, and to chug some painkillers.
The wait, and the lovely people I was subjected to in the waiting room gave me plenty of things to think about though. I guess that’s good.
First, there was the young-looking mother of three. I put her at a maximum of twenty five. Her oldest was maybe eight or nine, with the younger two being probably between the ages of two and four.
They were every crappy parenting trait I’ve ever seen, on steroids. The youngest, at two, was running wild, running out the door, and down the strip mall. On the way back, he’d detour through the parking lot, giving the me and the woman sitting next to me a coronary. Would that his mother was that worried.
Her oldest suddenly went tearing out of the office, having been given Novocain and oxygen, acting like it was killing him. (the Novocaine had long since been administered—it wasn’t like he was running from the needle.) The mother proceeded to berate the poor dentist (who hadn’t even been in the room—he was letting the kid numb up) wanting to know what he’d done to her kid.
I call days like these my “birth control” days. They’re the ones that remind me why I don’t want children. Usually, I just have them at my office, though.
Once they were gone, I was without entertainment, until one of the women’s cell phones went off with a blaring rendition of “Jesus Take the Wheel.” This prompted much musing on the differences between the faith I was raised in vs the faith I’ve chosen.
Because, really. If I looked at the Lady or Lord, and said “take the wheel?” They’d drive my dumb ass off the road, no question. Probably yelling “Learn the damn lesson, already!”
It seems to me that in the Christian faith, the big thing is to surrender your will to God’s. Which is cool, if that’s what gets you through.
In paganism, though, the big thing is to learn your own damn lessons. There’s love and kindness, and assistance, but they aren’t going to do the heavy lifting for you. In all honesty, the days that I feel closest to deity is when I'm feeling all butch and hot and strong. Which reminds me, when I have $$, I need to go to the firing range. It's been too long.
Now, tis off to do some work, and to chug some painkillers.
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Date: 2007-09-14 02:10 pm (UTC)