Josh is being unusually dense. But so am I.
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Yeah.
I don't really know how to spit out what's going through my head right now. Josh goes off on a certain topic on a...semi regular basis. I don't like this topic. I just...I don't.
So he hates kids. Fine. But I don't. And there is a part of me that might, some day--not soon, but some day--want to have kids. That he's against it is upsetting to me. Why he's not picking up on this after we've talking about it it don't know. I have mulled over it and decided that having a Josh is > than someday having kids, and have my own ideas for how to cope with a maternal instinct I decidedly have (zoo, anybody?), but that doesn't mean I really want it brought up all that often.
Whatever.
I'll sit here while a game wins over cuddles for the second day in a row and try not to be retarded and draw parallels that don't really exist.