I hate children. Everyone must accept this.
It is not secret that I am not a fan of children. In fact, it is very common knowledge to those who know me that I hate children. They're small, they're annoying, they're stupid and uneducated, they're at a stage in their lives where they believe they can do and say whatever they like and they don't care who they offend. Put simply.. children are ignorant little fuckwits. Of course, it's of no fault of their own.. but still, I don't like to be around them until they have hit some level of maturity.
Now, on Sunday Shane and I went to Canungra to hang out at Craig Gore's house. Yes, THE Craig Gore. Suck on my toes, bitches... Shane is connected. Anyways, We were hanging out at this guy's place 600m above sea level (the altitude sickness is amazing) with Shane's family for Easter Sunday. Shane's family on this particular day consisted of his Mother, Father, Brother, His Brother's Wife and their three boys - aged 6, 8 and 11. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh just delightful. Shane pointed out to me that these kids can be quite the handful, being three young boystrous, well... err.. boys. Of course, I had expected this because a) they are kids and b) they are boys and c) there are three of them. HOWEVER.. the caution Shane provided me with was nowhere near the standard of warning necessary. I have never met such feral beasts in my whole life.
They all do whatever they want, regardless of how much their parents yell, scream and thump them. Discipline has no effect on them whatsoever. I would go so far to say that these kids are little cunts. You heard me. I just called a six, eight and an eleven year old cunts. So after a day of putting up with people screaming at children and children screaming and cursing and biting and kicking and being general little delinquents for a whole day.. Shane asks me if I want to spend the night. Of course I said no.. but I was pressured into agreeing simply because Shane had taken a liking to the four wheeled motorcycles that they had been riding all afternoon and wanted to spend as much more time on them as possible. So clearly the only option for him was to spend the night and continue riding them the next day. So.. we ended up staying after I was put under a guilt trip for saying no.
By about 5pm I'm already at my wits end after having been around them all day, and the emotion is intensified by the fact that I have to pretend to be happy and carefree for the sake of being around Shane's family which I had only met that day. All night, they continued with the kicking and screaming and the general being ferallness. And when they "went to bed" (I've deliberately used quotations because really they did not go to bed. They were ordered to, but then kept getting up and doing what they wanted to all night) Shane made me kiss them goodnight. KISS THEM GOODNIGHT. I was really confronted by this. And so were the kids.. we were both uncomfortable with this situation. By the next morning I was sick and tired of being there. So I kept whinging to Shane that I wanted to go home.. but still he insisted we stay until lunch time and then leave. I continued whinging.. and eventually we left by about 10ish or 11ish in the morning.
We went home and continued the rest of our day as normal. Then in the afternoon somehow a small argument broke out about the events and Shane got shitty because he thought I was just being negative the whole time and ruining things or something or other. I dunno exactly what he said, I was so upset and insulted by the faces he pulled. So I went and had a cry, Shane walked in.. didn't seem to care that I was balling my eyes out in his room, so I packed up my shit and walked out to my car. He followed me out and asked me where I was going and after I had a teary in the street and explained to him that those children frighten the living fucking daylights out of me, all he could come up with was "I suppose I should have known they're a bit full on." I was very offended by this remark. I was not upset because of his family anymore, that situation had resolved itself. I was upset because he made out that I was a terrible person for not instantly being in love with a bunch of kids who are not my relations, who are the most feral fucking animals this side of the equator even though it is a common fact that I FUCKING HATE CHILDREN. His response was so offensive after I had just explained to him (crying my eyes out in the street, mind you) that children frighten the living fuck out of me. So all he has to offer for consolation is "I suppose I should have known..."
At face value this issue has been resolved because I apologised for freaking out on him the next day and he feels he resolved the situation by giving me a hug in the street and saying "I should have known..."
But as you can see, on the inside I'm still quite cut about it all. What the hell am I going to do the next time I have to face his family? I don't want to be the cunty girlfriend who doesn't like seeing his family. But fuck.. I have serious psychological issues with children. I don't know what the fuck is going to happen about that.
Now, on Sunday Shane and I went to Canungra to hang out at Craig Gore's house. Yes, THE Craig Gore. Suck on my toes, bitches... Shane is connected. Anyways, We were hanging out at this guy's place 600m above sea level (the altitude sickness is amazing) with Shane's family for Easter Sunday. Shane's family on this particular day consisted of his Mother, Father, Brother, His Brother's Wife and their three boys - aged 6, 8 and 11. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh just delightful. Shane pointed out to me that these kids can be quite the handful, being three young boystrous, well... err.. boys. Of course, I had expected this because a) they are kids and b) they are boys and c) there are three of them. HOWEVER.. the caution Shane provided me with was nowhere near the standard of warning necessary. I have never met such feral beasts in my whole life.
They all do whatever they want, regardless of how much their parents yell, scream and thump them. Discipline has no effect on them whatsoever. I would go so far to say that these kids are little cunts. You heard me. I just called a six, eight and an eleven year old cunts. So after a day of putting up with people screaming at children and children screaming and cursing and biting and kicking and being general little delinquents for a whole day.. Shane asks me if I want to spend the night. Of course I said no.. but I was pressured into agreeing simply because Shane had taken a liking to the four wheeled motorcycles that they had been riding all afternoon and wanted to spend as much more time on them as possible. So clearly the only option for him was to spend the night and continue riding them the next day. So.. we ended up staying after I was put under a guilt trip for saying no.
By about 5pm I'm already at my wits end after having been around them all day, and the emotion is intensified by the fact that I have to pretend to be happy and carefree for the sake of being around Shane's family which I had only met that day. All night, they continued with the kicking and screaming and the general being ferallness. And when they "went to bed" (I've deliberately used quotations because really they did not go to bed. They were ordered to, but then kept getting up and doing what they wanted to all night) Shane made me kiss them goodnight. KISS THEM GOODNIGHT. I was really confronted by this. And so were the kids.. we were both uncomfortable with this situation. By the next morning I was sick and tired of being there. So I kept whinging to Shane that I wanted to go home.. but still he insisted we stay until lunch time and then leave. I continued whinging.. and eventually we left by about 10ish or 11ish in the morning.
We went home and continued the rest of our day as normal. Then in the afternoon somehow a small argument broke out about the events and Shane got shitty because he thought I was just being negative the whole time and ruining things or something or other. I dunno exactly what he said, I was so upset and insulted by the faces he pulled. So I went and had a cry, Shane walked in.. didn't seem to care that I was balling my eyes out in his room, so I packed up my shit and walked out to my car. He followed me out and asked me where I was going and after I had a teary in the street and explained to him that those children frighten the living fucking daylights out of me, all he could come up with was "I suppose I should have known they're a bit full on." I was very offended by this remark. I was not upset because of his family anymore, that situation had resolved itself. I was upset because he made out that I was a terrible person for not instantly being in love with a bunch of kids who are not my relations, who are the most feral fucking animals this side of the equator even though it is a common fact that I FUCKING HATE CHILDREN. His response was so offensive after I had just explained to him (crying my eyes out in the street, mind you) that children frighten the living fuck out of me. So all he has to offer for consolation is "I suppose I should have known..."
At face value this issue has been resolved because I apologised for freaking out on him the next day and he feels he resolved the situation by giving me a hug in the street and saying "I should have known..."
But as you can see, on the inside I'm still quite cut about it all. What the hell am I going to do the next time I have to face his family? I don't want to be the cunty girlfriend who doesn't like seeing his family. But fuck.. I have serious psychological issues with children. I don't know what the fuck is going to happen about that.