Not My Mouth!!!
Because I said so!!!
I HATE going to the dentist with a purple passion.
I mean…like HATE it to my core!
Had so many traumatic experiences at the dentist as a kid.
Enough to fill a lifetime.
Cavities.
Fillings.
Rotted teeth.
Extractions.
🤦♂️
But one of the worst things about the dentist?
When the damn hygienist comes in to floss my teeth at the end of a visit.
It’s like the most violent act of terrorism in my mouth.
And…
I don’t know what kind of floss they use?
But it feels like piano wire forced into my gums!
WHAT THE HELL, LADY!!!!
(Never had a male hygienist…I’d probably go for the throat!)
It’s like turning the handle to a jack-in-the-box.
Never knowing when it’s gonna pop out.
YOU HIT THE BONE!!!
But the strangest thing happened last time I got my teeth cleaned.
Can I do the floss myself?
Only took me like 50 years to figure that out.
No more mouth terrorism.
No more jack-in-the-box anxiety.
But we do that kind of thing throughout our lives, right?
We give in to the programming.
We do what we’re told.
Because I said so!
Starts when we’re kids.
Our parents do it.
Teachers too.
Dentists.
You just ate! If you go swimming right now you’ll drown!
If you don’t get good grades you’ll be retarded (we can that now?) for the rest of your life!
Open wide while Jihad Jane does her thang!
We’re programmed at every angle of our lives.
Until we’re not.
Now, I’m not smart enough to know what really triggers the awareness.
Pain?
Suffering?
Anxiety?
The hygienist?
But we get so used to doing what we do because it’s what we’ve always done.
Or what we’ve always allowed.
tolerated even.
Do what’s safe, right?
When I was a kid in the summer, you rode away from the house in the morning.
On a sick Schwinn.
Weren’t allowed back in the house until the street lights turned on.
Parents didn’t know where we were or what we were doing.
Finding trouble with other degenerates (deplorables today)?
CHECK.
Candy at the local shop?
CHECK.
Poking a dead body?
Maybe.
But our world has gotten safer (programmed) over the years.
Parents drop off their kids and pick them up from school now.
Why?
Programming.
24 hours a day of it.
We didn’t have that as a kid.
Now we get endless servings of forced-fed-fear on a constant basis.
But we don’t have to believe it anymore.
That’s why I’m here.
To maybe break that cycle with you?
Show you a different plan than the one you’ve been on?
Break away from how they told you to make money.
Again, they meant no harm.
They just didn’t know any different.
But different is where the dollars are at.
Let’s go find some?
Here’s to flossing yourself!
Fight on!
Tom
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