So there comes the day when you look at yourself in the mirror longer than you usually do. And all of that self-conscious thoughts enter the room with no permission what so ever. 


And in that moment, standing in that bathroom  you finally grow a pair and schedule a dentist appointment. 

     You end up sitting in a reclining chair, in a room mostly white with a few decorations that include stuffed toys and other miscellaneous crap on every corner. (And all of those items have one thing in common: they all have freacking sparkling white dentures)

       Looking at the ceiling during that hour and a half gives you a lot of time to think about the time that fixing your theeth and your self-esteem is going to take, the amount of pain your going to feel - witch believe me, will be a lot since they're jabbing several wires in your mouth: the pain while eating, the pain while not eating, the pain while talking and all the other types of pain you discover along the way make the process a lot more enjoyable.

The dental floss they gave me was also a very interesting item (besides costing almost 4 euros, I mean who spends 4 euros on dental floss?) since it it has a very hard tip (again, absolutely great for stabing yourself when you just woke up) so you can squeeze it between your theeth and new wires - so there's another thing to look forward if you're getting braces soon, and if you already removed yours I envy you and hope I make it there too without killing myself.

(And there's also a very special place for people that never needed braces - I slightly hate you)

So bottom line, I hope I look good as hell after all this crap.

DAMN GENETICS, MAN