I could easily shave 10-15 minutes off my dentist appointments if I stopped asking them questions, having friendly banner.

Example: have the police ever came into the office requesting x-rays to help solve a case?

Today’s answer was, “not since I’ve worked here but I hope they do.”

I also let the dentist and tech (Stephen and Bryn) know that going to the dentist was similar to going to the tattoo shop in that I’m sitting in a chair while someone leans over me with a sharp electric utensil.

And that led into a whole other conversation about how the tech’s brother got his girlfriend Erica’s name tattooed on his wrist. And then they broke up so Bryn suggested to him to get “Am” in front of “Erica”

Because America 🇺🇸

#dental #tattoos #thestruggleisreal

Audio (MP3): 20190419 - Back to regular life

Do you know what I really hate?

When somebody is being over-the-top nice after they’ve fucked something up.

Do you know what I really like?

When someone offers up a sincere apology and then gets on with the day.

Own it. Regret it. Forget it.

Take five minutes, have a real conversation, and then go back to regular life.

If I don’t acknowledge I can come across like an unsympathetic magician. Trying to trick you into paying attention to my magic rabbit and hat. All the while my other hand is holding a bloody knife. I’m not fooling anyone.

And then if I’m dancing around like an out-of-the-ordinary, out-of-control ballerina with an obviously fabricated sugary song and dance, it only makes whatever transgression worse. It prolongs the distress.

Elaine said to me seven years ago, “…and don’t grovel.”

I get “wanting to make it better” with flowers from up my sleeve and I’m sure I’ve tried to pull rosy ruses myself. But keep it to a minimum. Otherwise it’s a black reminder. The fuck up lingers like a red rubber band, stretching the hurt out for way longer than it needs to.

Humility. Brevity. Authenticity. I won’t go wrong with these.

#relationships #advancedsoul #diariespodcast