i do not understand why people have children.
i guess there exists somewhere a type of person who wants to give themselves over to caring for another person; that would fulfill them; but i am so far from that type of person.
and i have never met a parent who seemed happy.
i know lots of people who have small children, and it does not look joyous or fun or whatever. it looks like more work than anyone is even actually capable of. it looks like you want to go to bed by 8 but, too bad, todd just pooped in his pants and marie can’t find her doll so you have to drive back to Kroger to see if she left it on one of the aisles there, you might be in bed by 2 am and then you still have to wake up at 6 am because your kids magically awaken at the time that you have always needed to awaken but never could, and they’re hungry as soon as they wake up and hooray we’re going to play barbie for the seven billionth time since your daughter was born, and after that we’re going outside to look at rocks for an hour and then we’ll all refuse to take baths and be really loud about this refusal. bedtime will take three hours as usual, and then we can wake up at 6 am tomorrow and do it all over again!
THIS DOES NOT SOUND FUN.
OR WORTH IT.
and it sounds way too easy to fuck up.
sometimes i say things like “I don’t understand why parents give their kids [prescribed] drugs” or “i don’t understand why parents beat their kids.” when i say that, what i really mean is, i understand why people would do those things (i don’t condone it, but i see where the impulse comes from); i don’t understand why you would have kids in the first place. the solution to not hurting your child, or not fucking up raising your child, is to not have a child.
at least i know i would be a shit parent, you know?
i don’t know. maybe i lack some maternal instinct. but i do not understand how you can watch people be parents and then in turn want to be a parent. i can understand looking at a baby for ten minutes and thinking, “hey, i want one of those,” but that’s about as far as that goes for me. i’ll just have puppies. or cats. kids, no way, man. i can feed and water you if you’re a pet, and i’ll pet you if you sit down beside me; but i don’t want to do more than that.
i babysit a lot. maybe that’s where this is coming from. i can do it for a week or two, but if i had to do that for eighteen years? Hell, no!
“New York? Too close. Vegas! Ugh, no. Too touristy.”
did you just combine two of the greatest things?
this works fucking perfectly
This is a valuable lesson
adventure time helped me get over my last breakup no fuckin joke i shit u not
i used to do things like this when i was a kid.