Back in December, I had my first ever cavity filled.
Here’s what went down: When the hygienist asked if I had any medical procedures or anything done recently, my mom said “No, we’re waiting for her first cavity.” Being the anxious person that I am, I was paranoid about having a cavity for the rest of the appointment. I even told the dentist “Please no cavities.”
Well, it turns out that I had one. I was really irrationally upset about it. People kept telling me it was no big deal, but I didn’t believe them, because it felt like a huge thing. I hadn’t planned on ever having cavities. It wasn’t until I talked to my friend Abbey, who is studying to be a dentist, that I felt better.
I kind of feel that because my mom said that, she made it happen, predicted it, or whatever. What do you think? Am I reading into the situation too much, or is my thought process rational?