Dentally Deranged

I have a severe case of truth-ache. When I'm faced with different truths that I can't seem to accept, I try to just brush it off, pretending nothing's wrong. And hoping that the reality I'm wishing for would would soon manifest itself, and everything will be okay. Yep. Truth decay. I convince myself that it will be alright. That it IS alright. That everything is yipee-yipee-laugh-laugh-then-fart-out-loud alright. But most of the times, it isn't. Time comes when the truth is just too much to bear. My pretensions don't hold up. And the truth catches up. This time the truth hurts. And it hurts like hell.

I know. It will only go away when I've learned to live with it. Adjust to it. And accept it. Accept that this truth is a part of me. Whether it is a good or a bad truth, it is still a part of me. I can have it extracted, I can try to forget it, but then reality will bite. And I won't be able to bite back. And boy, do i want to bite back. Trust me.

So I shall choose to live with it. I will get used to it.

But in the meantime, these pain killers should do the trick. Ice cold and with a side order of crispy pata.

Numb me.

Cheers!