Hello Mr. Dentist!

It was that time again when hypochondria got the better of me, and I thought I was either going to have another Root Canal (if you've ever had one, you know you wouldn't want another one) or was suffering from TMD (Temporomandibular joint disorder - I can't even pronounce that word, and only came across it after googling my symptoms as I normally do the second something doesn't feel right). I called my dentist immediately and got an 'emergency' appointment the same day. I arrived 25 minutes ahead of time because I desperately needed to know that I was going to walk out of there alive!

My dentist greeted me as he always did with such humbleness, and even looked concerned to see me suffering. After explaining my ailments, I was rest assured that it was not something that a night guard (which I chucked away 2 weeks ago) couldn't fix. That's not the point of this post. The point is that I drove away from the clinic with a huge smile on my face, and not because I knew I would live, but because I felt like a spoilt child, after my dentist didn't allow me to leave without giving me a complimentary cleaning, and after asking him for toothpaste (no I'm not too cheap but too lazy to stop by the supermarket), and receiving two tubes plus a toothbrush :-) I felt like I had been to my relative's house because of how quaint everyone at the clinic is.

The point: After a dose of Mondanite, a cleaning, 2 tubes of toothpaste, a toothbrush and friendly smiles from the dentist and all his staff, I can thoroughly say I had a good day at the dentists for a change!

A Pot of Fortune Luck

How come they're called fortune tellers when they don't just tell you about your fortune, but also about unfortunate stuff?


I was just informed about a fortune teller in Lebanon who gets his revelations from outside voices. Apparently he's (yes he's male) spot on with your character and personality traits, and gives you specific details about what you need to know about yourself or others by providing them the name of your mother!


Now I've never personally been to a fortune teller, because to tell you the truth, they freak me out. It scares me to be around someone who can 'feel' my presence and aura, who has that 6th sense that I dont quite understand. I make myself feel better by convincing myself that it's all a bunch of BS, and feel there's a way that they can find stuff out about the people they meet by some 'normal' way.


The problem is when they start giving people names of the children they are going to have, and the partners they are going to marry. How can anyone but God know that? How come these are the 'chosen' people that have some sort of a 'Wasta'? What baffles me even more about this dude is that he is Muslim, yet practices being a fortune teller although it's supposedly 'Haram' in Islam. Then again, who am I to judge; we all do things we aren't supposed to if we look at it that way don't you think?


And the point is: We know we are hypocrites and that most things in life are ironic, and for that to extend to Fortune Tellers is quite the epitome of that fact, and also happens to scare the s*&^t out of me! I hope I dont get some revelation while I'm asleep!!!