Am I an Anti-Dentite?

I spent some time at the dentist today and while I was in the chair and someone was cleaning my teeth with that awful silver metal thing that makes that screeching noise as it scratches my teeth, quite a lot of thoughts went through my head. Why would anyone want to be a dentist? Or a proctologist? or a foot doctor? Seems silly to me. I want to be on TV. I don't understand why more people don't want to be on TV or make TV but that's cool because that means less competition for me, but still. You know what boggles my mind....when the dentist talks to you when his hands are in your mouth. My orthodontist used to do this often. He would be tightening my braces and ask, "So how are your mom and dad?" and to that I would respond "Goidsak akjsea jsduea" which he somehow understood and continued the conversation. They must teach you a special language in dental school. I was also thinking about how much I just really don't like someone scraping my teeth. And I try to be a positive person....so I started to think of all of the things that could be worse than that, like being eaten by a lion (do lions eat people? oh well), sitting on a cactus, being poked in the eye with a stick several times, being hit by a Mack truck, eating a worm, and the list goes on. In the end, I would not consider myself an anti-dentite, for, I may not like going to the dentist, but I respect his work. For instance, when I ran into the pole in second grade and chipped my two front teeth the day of my school play in which I had a singing part, he fixed me up right away. But I still don't understand why anyone would ever want to be a dentist.

HEY DENTY!