Fucking Breeders (or Fucking Kids)

3 09 2009

Warning this may be offensive to you if you have children or are planning to have children. I’m not sorry.

 

The neighborhood is a little quieter. I think the little fuckers are back in school now. I’m all about year-around school and uniforms. They play in the road. Litter. Ride their bikes through our lawn. Pull the branches off our stubby maple. Beat each other up. Fucking kids. Can’t wait until the annoying ice cream truck retires for the season. A little snow and the fuckers will be holed up in front of a TV with a game controller in their hands. Next summer I hope to have a thorn barrier, hedge roses and raspberry bushes. Ride through the lawn now bitches.

 

I remember this little old lady at the nursing home, M.G. She was a stick of her former self. She had been a missionary. Never married. Never had children. Traveled the world. Met Ghandi. Did all sorts of self-less things, I’m sure. One thing she said has always stuck with me, “Married people don’t do anything.” She said this with such conviction and snobbery.  But I think she was right. We get into relationships, and it becomes all about the honeymoon phase and how we can see more of each other. It’s all about being up each others butt. Then we either get comfortable or continue to do nothing to improve ourselves. Or we become unhappy and try to find things that will make us as happy as we were when we first met. This is why people have children, because they are bored or unhappy. Instead of fixing themselves, they create a younger version of themselves, hoping these younger versions will turn out better. Will do more. Have more. Be more.  And just maybe the parents can live vicariously through their child’s experiences.  Can’t anyone stay happy and childless? Everything is too perfect or drama-free in their lives, so they must procreate it

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2 responses

28 11 2009
Dan

I don’t think all parents are like that, but I have noticed an overwhelming amount of people who focus on doing the vicarious thing. It’s kinda scary, kinda sad.

29 11 2009
tldust

I’m all about adopting a 17 year-old about a month before their 18th birthday. I don’t know. Keep doing that until I find one I really like. Then I can write them in my will and have them promise to care for me when I’m old and frail.

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