The tragedy of my misplaced canines!

If you have seen me, you will know what I am talking about. The misplaced canines which some people say are lucky and some others scary. Here is some history of these special teeth of mine, which I have as usual over-analysed.

Some 18 years back:
As an adult, I have had two misplaced canines, but as a kid I had four! Obviously, parents did not want their daughter with disoriented teeth and so took me to a dentist to make them look like pomegranate seeds. The dentist told us the teeth have grown above the others because my mouth is small and has not enough space to accommodate all the 32 teeth. But he would remove all the 4 outlaws, push the others sideways and make space for the canines to align with the others. There were innumerous visits to the dentist over an year as he worked on my outlaws with hammers, pliers and god knows what. I still remember the numbness of anaesthesia and weird taste in mouth after dental visits. The only joy was the vanilla ice-cream mom got me after every visit and like all kids I tolerated the torture thinking about ice-creams and more ice-creams.

The teeth belonged to the stubborn me. Semi-stubborn rather. So, the right side canines grew back as they were before (misaligned) and the left side canines aligned with the rest. The dentist got a 50/100 and my parents thought my smile looked cute now. I personally like these outlaws and they are a little precious to me. There ends the flashback.

Now:
One fine sunny morning, I notice that the gum on my upper left canine is missing. This is the poor non-stubborn one which had changed its destiny because of the dentist. On further analysis, I see the tooth looks long and is shaking slightly. A week later, gives me various sensations after eating or brushing teeth and hence I decide to visit the dentist again. Now, the dentist says the canine has been burdened all these years because it had less space and it was living in claustrophobic conditions. The bone holding the tooth has melted because of the pressure from its 3 neighbours and the tooth might fall anytime in the next three years. I feel that will happen in the next 3 months. The solution is to provide some artificial support to it from behind or replace it with a ceramic tooth. My dentist friend tells me the bone can be regenerated by some advanced procedures. Whatever it is, I am irritated and frustrated with the whole saga of the canines.

And my empty mind gets a new topic to think about, analyse and over-analyse. Whatever was natural, should have been left natural. A disoriented canine is anytime better than a ceramic canine. Imagine losing a tooth before turning 25 or on your 25th birthday. What a tragedy! I feel old. If my parents had not tried to correct it, maybe I would have blamed them for not trying.

And finally my gtalk status changes to "I am tired of writing my 'destiny'. Now i give it up to destiny". Is it true that every creature is born with a destiny? Every human being, dog, tree, and every tooth in everyone of our mouths is born with a destiny? And we, the stubborns and semi-stubborns try to write our own destiny. Who wins at the end? The destiny or the destiny-writers. Maybe writing my own destiny was my destiny. I would like to live without thinking about the consequences of my actions.. for a month maybe.. or an year.. or as long as I feel like doing it. What would be the result of reacting impulsively to every emotion? The result of accepting things as they are.. of not thinking about future.. of going where life takes me? A destiny's child is what I would like to be, but I know I never will be.