I realize this may come as a shock. Sit down or something.
I have come to the conclusion that I'm very quickly losing what was at one time profound excitement and joy at the prospect of my new toothbrush. Recently employed, one of my first expenditure was the long awaited and necessary new toothbrush. My old, tired and worn toothbrush had remained faithful to the last days, but was really not that useful after months of being employed in its task. So I went out and purchased the new dental implement, got it home and could barely contain my excitement whilst I placed the carefully metered amount of toothpaste upon it. This was the most wonderful toothbrushing experience ever, but it was not without consequences. My oral innards were used to the old tired toothbrush, not this spry, new TartarTyrant™. Consequently, my gums had quite a ride as the stiff bristles attacked their skins. All was good until the next morning, when I once again eagerly rushed to the toothbrush to tend to my pear-lies. My poor raw gums screamed and shrieked as the stiff bristles of my new toothbrush ran amok amongst their raw and sensitive folds, crimson blood flowed from the new openings, and my morning tooth brushing bliss was shattered with the screams of disappointment that can only come from a bad brushing scenario.
Life is so full of disappointment.