Chillins.
I am probably the biggest abortion supporter out there. There are some parents that I see that I wish had taken birth control earlier. Stupid parents. Stupid people. Slow and dim witted. Clueless and unprepared. I don't want kids because I don't want to be one of those mothers in the grocery store pushing the cart SO SLOWLY while her kids climb all over her and pick things up and throw them and yell "MOM! MOM! MOOOOMMMMM!" and the mother doesn't respond, or even register the request for attention. I also have a fear of wiener children. You know, faggy kids that wear sweat pant shorts or cry because they tripped and nobody noticed. Or those kids that bring gameboys to funerals or refuse to take baths and run around the house with Kool-Aid, spilling it all over the carpet. Or, heaven forbid, huge disabilities or medical complications. Like having to take your child to the hospital for surgeries and not knowing how to pay the medical bills. Kids in general just seem like a bad idea, for me.
But tonight, looking after my two year old cousin Lily, I sort of changed. Her smiles make me smile so much. Her interest in my story telling, wanting me to hold her hand when we walked, little things like that melt my heart and make me want kids really badly. I think it's the feeling of being needed that I like. Still, I can't even imagine changing shitty diapers daily. I took her to the park and watched her interact with other kids and play on the equipment and it was really adorable. Moments like that, I think, could probably be worth having children for. Except for the crying that ensues at bed time.
Anyways this rant is pretty much insignificant. I'm eighteen. Not twenty nine. I have a fug load of time to decide on little hellions destroying my possessions.
But tonight, looking after my two year old cousin Lily, I sort of changed. Her smiles make me smile so much. Her interest in my story telling, wanting me to hold her hand when we walked, little things like that melt my heart and make me want kids really badly. I think it's the feeling of being needed that I like. Still, I can't even imagine changing shitty diapers daily. I took her to the park and watched her interact with other kids and play on the equipment and it was really adorable. Moments like that, I think, could probably be worth having children for. Except for the crying that ensues at bed time.
Anyways this rant is pretty much insignificant. I'm eighteen. Not twenty nine. I have a fug load of time to decide on little hellions destroying my possessions.