It was my First

While lazing around yesterday afternoon, my tongue accidentally hit a bad tooth - a molar. It made a little cracking sound so I tried moving it with my index finger. For some time I was in front of the mirror with my mouth open and my finger plugged inside. In a few minutes, I successfully extracted the tooth with my bare hands. Guess, I don’t need a dentist after all.

Talking about a tooth, I remember, back at work, when I once had a talk with my co-workers about teeth and dentists. The girl and the guy on both sides of my table just got their Maxicare and Affinity cards at that time. I asked the girl if a tooth extraction is covered by the Affinity card. She said yes and we talked until to the part where she said that her mom was afraid of taking her to the dentist and that, unlike her mom, she encourages her kids to see the dentist. I told her that I haven’t been to the dentist and that I’m scared of dentists. I also told her that I haven’t got my teeth extracted by a tooth specialist and that I extract them with my bare hands. I pretty much enjoyed our conversation that day. I was too late to notice that the girl was grossed out of our talk. She asked to shift to another topic. Extracting my teeth with my manos was too brutal for her and that it reminded her of the Saw films.

It never occurred to me that I was very cruel to my self when I extract my teeth. In fact I very much enjoy it. It feels good after I extract them. It’s like an achievement. The tooth I extracted yesterday was another achievement. It was my first time to extract a molar.

Year of Babies

Just lately, I noticed my friends’ Facebook and Friendster profiles have taken on a new look. Their profiles are much cleaner now. Angelic faces have taken the place of naughty profile pics. No more annoying shout outs and status updates—that change very so often. Lines addressing the joys and excitement of parenthood have taken the place of curses and hackneyed quotations. I could surmise that; a baby would really bring a big change to parents and would-be parents.

I don’t know what’s special about this year. Is 2009 a lucky year to have a child? It seems some, if not most, of my friends—married or unmarried—had their children or will be having their children this year. Did they plan on having their children this year? Makes me wonder, if I was absent when they met up to discuss this. Guess I should take time reading my emails and the posts on my Facebook wall.

How about me? When am I going to have my own child? If I try making one today, the child will be born next year, so it won’t be counted in. Well, I even wished I had my first child when I was 12. By the time I learned that it was already possible for me to get someone pregnant, my body was already itching to get in to the baby-making process. LOL! Then again, I wasn’t ready to become a father. There are a lot of things you can’t do when you already have your children.

If I had a baby when I was twelve then he/she would have been twelve by now. I just love the idea of having my own child mistaken as my brother or sister. But I don’t know if I could have been a father to him/her at that time. It would have been unfair of me to have him/her for my amusement.

I have nothing against their choice of year to have babies nor am I angry for not getting an invite to the 2009 Baby-making Campaign. I just don’t get the idea of posting everything about your child—my friends’ Facebook walls are like a blow-by-blow account of their children’s early lives. Yeah I know we are proud of our children. But, if I had my children now, I won’t post photos of them on Facebook—especially embarrassing ones. Parents can brag about or embarrass their child as much as they can or want, but hey, I don’t want my children finding out later—when they’re older—that I posted online their naked baby photos of them.

Now that I’m on my twenties, I don’t know If could already afford raising a child. If given a choice, I prefer to have twins. I want my first born to be twins. Is there a way that I could be assured of a getting a twin right then and there?

I don’t know if I’m mature and responsible enough to raise my own children. I don’t believe that kids are planned. You’ll never know what to do with them unless you have them. But if they do come, I could only try to do my best to provide for them. I just wish that they come in sets of two.