This movie…it’s funny.

If you’ve ever had any sort of surgery {or if you’ve ever been completely stoned}, you might be able to relate to this poor, pathetic little drugg-ed up kid:

David After Dentist {or alternatively, This Is Your Brain on Drugs}:

But just in case you’re at work and can’t watch the video, I’ll do a play-by-play for you:

David has just undergone oral surgery.  He feels understandably woozy and disoriented, so he asks a trusted adult, in all seriousness, “Is this real life?”

Whoa.  I feel funny.

Yes, says the father figure, it is, in fact, real life. But David is not convinced.  “Okay, now—” he begins, but before he can re-pose the thoughtful query, he is immediately distracted by his fingers {of which there are two—no, wait—four—no, wait—yeah, four}.

And then another immediate distraction: “Do I have stitches?”

And then, at 1:00:00, poor, drugged-up little David is unable to cope with his father’s iron fist (for all he really wants to do is touch his mouth to verify if he really does have stitches, but his father won’t allow it).  And there is no more appropriate reaction to stagnant rules than this:

AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I hear ya, kid.  I hear ya.

Then, three seconds later, at 1:03, David sinks pathetically back into his seat, utterly hopeless:

{But “he doesn’t feel tired…}  He’s exhausted with the sorrows in life, I assume.  Life is so hard, little buddy.  I get it.

Oral surgery makes everybody feel an infinite despair, I think.

Suddenly, he’s encouraged by a thought: maybe he has stitches!  {Wait, didn’t we already cover this?}

“Do I have stitches?” he inquires {for the third time} to the voice behind the camera.

“Uh huh…” replies the older man.

But “uh huh” is an incomprehensible response for our completely wasted little friend, who asks again, “Do I have stitches?”

Before hearing the response to his {exact same} question, David becomes overwhelmed with the injustice of it all…

He throws his hands up in despair, and asks, to no one in particular {because who could possibly know the answer to such an abstract question}, “Why is this happening to me???”

Honestly, I wondered the same thing when I had my wisdom teeth out: How could such a thing happen to me?  What did I ever do to deserve such hardships?

Have you ever seen such a profound look of angst on a face so young?  He is literally mourning the loss of his youth—he thinks he’s going to live in this perpetual state of befuddlement for the rest of his days.

Finally, in an astute moment of metaphysical philosophy far beyond his years, he ponders, “Is this gonna be for ever?”

It’s hard to say, little fella.  It’s really hard to say. Drugs have that effect on people, so let this be a lesson to you…

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