TMJ

[This post requires a good deal of imagination.]
"The temporomandibular joint [TMJ] is a diarthrosis joint that connects the mandible [lower jaw] to the temporal bone at the side of the skull. As a modified hinge joint, not only does the TMJ enable the jaw to open and close, it also enables the jaw to move forward and backward, as well as laterally." Disorders on this muscle are often the cause of a sleeping disorder called bruxism. It makes you clench your teeth while you sleep, or in some cases even when you're awake.

Okay, this is the part where your brains are required.

Try to imagine that scientific explanation spoken by a young and bright voice. A voice that is masculine and eloquent, also charming and attractive; as soon as you hear this voice you are taken in a time travel instant, when you are back to [my now favorite subject] adolescence, more specifically the sometimes dreadful high school. But this voice doesn't take you to that adjective part of the term, it takes you to the character who back then you wished you never cared about, but it was almost impossible: the guy. The voice belongs to that popular dude who you wanted to hate simply because your ego desired what he had, but at the same time you wanted to be around him simply because of his joyous features and outgoing behaviors. The voice belongs to a body no one could have resisted and that matched perfectly its relaxing and cheerful vibrations.

Now [present time] you enter its room and as soon as it greets you feel the curlew that is to melt you down. Then you look at the sound that is talking to you and the voice becomes the man! He is even shorter than you but uhg, he's just as you remembered from high school and that instantly makes him bigger. You shake hands [you don't want to let go of his], you see the gold ring on that finger [you let go]; and as he starts to explain you all those scientific craps in that old same captivating tone, you don't need a mirror to know that you're grinning like a child and as you sit on that feared chair you feel relaxed and tense at the same time, and not because of the place you're sitting. He asks what you do and you, very clichéd, stutter as you reply; now, wiser as you are, you understand why it was so hard to say no to that voice.

Then the man puts the Alanis Morrissette's MTV Unplugged; your evil ego immediately judges his [common] taste but you very silly says "I love that CD", he says he loves it too and there it is: the thing you needed to start daydreming, the first thing in common. He loves big cities [check], he moved a lot [check], lived a good deal of time in small towns [check], loves the option of being anonymous in big towns [check], has a mother with bruxism [check]... okay enough.

Then, you finally open your mouth. To him is a daily procedure from his labor; to you is the sign of perdition...

Did I mention I love to go to the dentist?

[Song: Light Years/I Feel Love - Kylie Minogue]