When people say to me, "you were a kid once, how can you hate kids?" Easy. I hated them when I WAS a kid. I had my friends, and everyone else was too much for me. I wanted quiet. I wanted to read, I wanted to be alone with my animals. I hated kids when I WAS a kid. And, "Well aren't you glad your mother didn't decide that SHE didn't want children?" Not necessarily. For one thing, if she had, I wouldn't have known about it. If I had been aborted, I would be non existent. And due to severe depression, anxiety, and other lovely mental health issues that have been passed down through my oh so stellar genetics, there have been many many days in my life where I've wished for death. So yeah, I'm grateful I'm alive, but if I wasn't... well... that would kind of just be that. If I had never existed, it wouldn't don't matter. Also, "who's going to take care of you when you get old.?" THE FUCK is that reasoning all about? You're having kids just so someone takes care of you when you're old as shit?! News flash, folks. I'll be in the same nursing home that your kids are going to drop you at and leave you. Oh and, "who's going to plan your funeral and bury you?!" Literally who gives a shit? I'll be dead. I don't think I'll be worrying about my funeral.
