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October 17, 2007 – 2:56 amWent to the dentist the other day for a cleaning.
I was tense. Waiting for him to accidentally machete his way through my gums. Expectant wait…
I just KNEW it was going to happen. And so I prepared for the worst. By being tense.
It makes perfect sense: being tense makes it less likely for anything bad to happen. It’s science.
Then I felt like I tend to react this way to difficult situations in everyday life. Just brace myself and expect the worst. I know it makes no logical sense but it’s a bit of an automatic reaction for me. I get all tense imagining the worst possible outcome. As in: “here it comes… wait for it… wait for it… WAIT FOR IT…”
Then, if it doesn’t happen, I think I was just lucky THAT time. And if it does happen, I’m all proud to have foreseen it.
I guess my brain benefits from this, trying to trick me into believing I have any control over certain things, any control over a situation whose outcome is uncertain. For, you see, uncertainty is my brain’s arch-enemy… So I guess it’s always trying to convince me that everything’s under control, that it knows exactly what’s going to happen. And that I should follow him. And pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.
But, frankly, it’s getting old, and I think I’m starting to get a glimpse of how the illusion works.
So I relaxed and actually tried to “enjoy” the dentist grinding metal into my teeth, for the first time. And I did. I felt like Bill Murray in Little Shop of Horrors. And the guy did a fantastic job; it was absolutely painless and I was running my tongue over my teeth with glee for a good hour after that.
Now to carry over this attitude from the realm of dentistry and into the real world!