Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Not Everyone Wants Kids

I don't have problems with kids. They can be cute and make a great tax deduction. However, I've never wanted my own. Why? Lots of reasons. For starters, kids cost money and there isn't much to go around. I mean, honestly, what's more important high speed cable or an extra mouth to feed?

Secondly, I don't have the time or inclination to put forth the effort to be a dad. I have searched my soul on many occasions and can't pull anything resembling a need to have a child out of me. The feeling is just not there. I feel like having an avocado sandwich, seeing a movie, passing gas, but I don't feel the need to have kids.

What about your wife? Before I got married I made sure that my wife understood that under no circumstances would I have kids and not to make the mistake that millions of women make world wide. That is, if they got their boyfriend to marry them, then it's a given that they will get their husband to get them pregnant. I don't think so. I affirmed my position so many times that my wife practically put it to memory. Thankfully, unlike so many other women who don't understand what the word 'NO' means, my wife has never brought up babies or kids. I am very thankful for that.

What about your parents, don't they want to be grandparents? Honestly, if they did, I wouldn't care. I'm not on this earth to do things for the pleasure of others, unless I feel that I'm getting something out of the deal. Doing things out of guilt or cultural traditions isn't an honest act. It's coerced behavior. If my parents, or the parents of anybody else who wants grandchildren, they can get involved in the Boy or Girl Scouts or the YMCA camp program. There are kids all over the place who wouldn't mind some extra attention because their parents are at work most of the day. They'd be doing a public service taking these unloved, emotionally abandoned children under their wing. Lucky for me, again, I have parents who leave well enough alone and respect the fact that I don't want kids.

Aren't you being selfish? Why is it that when a person articulates their personal feelings, if someone disagrees they feel the need to correct a person's point of view? I work with the mentally ill, and most of my life has been spent working with the poor, marginalized outcasts of society. Athough I get paid for it, I'm sure not moving to Malibu any time soon. I'm not selfish in the least. With people I care about I'm generous to a fault. Speaking strickly about selfishness in the context of having kids, how is it selfish not having children, when the world is filled to the brim with children that are on the streets and don't have parents or are rotting in Any Country Orphanage. Do you actually think Brad and Angelina are going to adopt all of them? Personally, I think it's selfish to have kids, when there are so many that need homes or the very least someone that will love them. Thank about that while you pop out another baby.

This leads me to my last comment. Why do friends and aquaintences feel the need to ask me or my wife when we are having kids, especially after telling them on more than one occasion...two...three....four, that we aren't and then having to re-explain information that is public knowledge? I don't ask my friends when they are going to start going to church, mowing their lawn, or stop wearing clothes that make them look like an overstuff sausage, so why is it that they need to ask us about having kids and then following up with asinine questions that they already know the answer to?

I love my freedom. I love the fact that my wife and I can do anything we want, when we want, and not have to worry about getting a sitter.

I love the fact that I look younger then most people my own age who have kids because I don't have to deal with the day to day stress of raising kids.

I love the fact that I don't have to put up with any teenage angst bullshit.

I love the fact that I made a choice that I'm happy with. If you disagree with me, feel free to plop out another baby if it will make you feel better.

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