<sup>So just as I'm out of the woods with my wisdom teeth adventure..
A new challenger arrives! Retarded genetic trait wants to fight!
I have two permanent baby teeth: that is, the permanent teeth that were supposed to erupt below them never did. I've always known this. It's a genetic defect that attacks random generations. My Great Grandmother wound up with five permanent baby teeth, Mother Nature gave me two. This is fine.
..until the damn things contract a cavity. >/
My poor tooth has a death sentence. A cavity in a baby tooth...well it basically is the tooth. Not very many options. I can either-

A.) Have a root canal done on it in attempt to save what little actual tooth is left and hope to God that that tiny piece doesn't inevitably continue to whither away.

or

B.) Have it pulled and get an implant.

The obvious long-term solution, of course, would be to have it pulled and get an implant. Not a terribly traumatic procedure. It's a little long, but relatively painless.
Except -oh yeah!
Insurance doesn't cover implants at all. >\
WTF.
I'm 20 years old, I don't want to have to wear a fucking DENTURE because of a genetic defect. No, please. I would like an implant.
I mean honestly, God forbid a structure that is usually given a shelf life of 9-12 years contracts a savage infection in its tiny little body and requires removal. Oh no, no mercy for the poor sap that has one of those.
So I guess I'm going to have to scrounge together several thousand bucks to compensate for my poor cell growth and unhealthy passion for carbonated drinks.
Oh well. Apparently it's supposed to mean I'm ahead of the evolutionary curve or something since we're outgrowing the need for 32 adult teeth and shit.
Go die, Darwin. Go drown in some primordial ooze.</sup>