Pearly Chompers
24/04/2005
Went to the dentist
Got my tooth patched, and the rest of my teeth cleaned. It was satisfying.
As he’s done for the last 4 years, my dentist picks up my file, looks at my date of birth and comments that my birthday is just a day after his. Every time he does so I make the same lame joke about how that makes him just a little less perfect/smart than I am. This year, he starts trying to count how old I am.
“Let’s see, that makes you uhhh… ” and he starts counting. I end his misery and tell him straight up. He sniggered and went, “So old ah”.
Great. Some old fart older than my folks just called me “old”.
I don’t know if I’m physically feeling old or looking old or both. But for the first time in my life, I’m afraid I’m feeling my age! I haven’t decided if it’s a good thing. But the scary thing is I think KF is aging less rapidly than I am! Aside from the weight he put on in the 4 years in SG, he looks pretty much the same – that means he probably looks younger than me by now. That’s kind of depressing, since I prefer to be the better-looking half!
I haven’t really decided whether to worry about it yet. Apart from the very female tendancy to try any new skincare product out there – my latest experiments have been masks and just recently the L’Oreal micro-dermabrasion kit – I haven’t really put a whole lot of thought into my new predicament. It wasn’t as if I just grew older one day. But it’s been increasingly weighing in at the corners of my mind, like the encroaching darkness of the borders of a lomo print.
One of the shots from the Botanics in Sydney
I think I’ll just treat this issue like I do most other things at work – I’ll shelve it until I start to really get complaints. For now, at least I can still claim to be the youngest in the department, and while that’s somewhat comforting in a very lame way, I’ll take whatever I can get.
