Should I rent or buy?
^A real photo montage of me during an impromptu, unsolicited work conversation
Growing up, I genuinely aspired to be many different mythical creatures; from a mermaid, to an elf, to a pixie, to a witch. Extremely high on that list was the tooth fairy, a dream which manifested itself later in life as a declaration of pre-med at UChicago. Something got lost in translation because the ability to synthesize Napalm in your kitchen shouldn’t go hand in hand with hiding money under children’s pillows. I put my pre-dental plan behind me; partially due to the fairy-fallacy I endured Bio-chemistry for, but mainly because such a career would’ve resulted in the below, which eventually would’ve cost me my license to practice:
So I’m actually deathly afraid of the dentist. Recently I got so cripplingly anxious before my appointment I made myself sick and had to tell my roommate and my cousin that if they got a dramatic text from me stating I had a cavity, that they must immediately leave work and come find me because I, 100%, would have already blacked out and Jekyll and Hyde’d into a Nicholas-Cage-Rage-Stage. So I ended up not having a cavity…but after a meltdown in the waiting room, an anxiety attack before x-rays, and a lot of emotions, you can say that I became close with the dental hygienist. I knew about her family and she knew my opinions on soft-rind cheeses and the viability of ghosts. As she was getting ready to scrape off years of damage, she asked what my job was. Then, as she loaded an entire road crew’s worth of machinery into my mouth and started aggressively jack hammering away at my nerve, she said, “My husband and I really want to buy but we don’t know if it’s unrealistic or better to keep renting – what are your thoughts?”
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Me, watching someone touch a topic that isn’t exactly simple
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