My gums really hurt. Or at least, the right side all the way at the back of my mouth does. My family think it's my wisdom tooth that's growing out - I feel grown up. As a little kid, I used to anticipate this with fervour - big girls have their wisdom tooth grown out. It's called "wisdom tooth" because you're getting wiser. The niggling feeling of ceaseless pain at the back of your mouth starts getting comforting - there might not be a lot of things you know to be sure in this world but at least you're certain you are going to hurt in the same place every single day. The way some people find a home in pain is perverse, for sure - but at least intangible homes are better than ones you can touch and then feel them escape your grasp and slip out of your fingers. You can't make homes out of human beings - I know that. Most people want the pain to vacate them so bad - they have the propensity to dive into people who have the potential to eliminate their pain. They settle for mismatched ideals and zero chemistry, succumbing to the warmth of the intoxicating promise of reduced hurt. What they don't realise is they've become accustomed to the pain - they aren't "fixer uppers". We're not houses. We don't need repair.
Either way, I'm heading to the dentist later to see what he can do with my wisdom tooth. Pain or not, I don't think it's safe to leave it unchecked.