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Strangely, in terms of visits for necessary things, this writer doesn’t really mind going to the dentist. He much prefers it to getting a haircut, which he finds to be second only to giving a speech while naked in front of an immature, snickering audience (you know who you are). It’s the feeling like you need to talk the whole time, the weirdness of this person grooming you, and so on and so forth. But if you aren’t the weirdo socially-phobic person this writer is and you have the natural tendency to hate the dentist, perhaps this is the story for you.