Lazy kids cause public embarrassment.

                                                                    Pretty gross.


I was at a restaurant today, and a mother, her two kids, and two other women were with her. So the little girl who was with her sits on the couch at the restaurant instead of at the table where her  mother is. She starts by saying, "Mommy, I want to sit with you." She says it again. And again. And again. And again.........And again. Then she starts crying. "MOMMMYYYYYY I WANT TO SIT WITH YOU!!"
So, she wouldn't get up from the couch but she wanted to sit with her mom. Why don't you just get up and sit with her, she's literally 10 feet from you. Keeps crying and saying she wants to sit with her. Her mom keeps saying "I'm sitting with the group honey, if you want to sit with me there's a chair next to me."
Then guess what the kids says?
"I want to sit with you, but I don't want to get up"
Jesus. H. Christ.
She didn't get up to sit with her mom because she didn't want to get up from the couch. Kids these days.
And of course I'm laughing at that, quietly enough so that I wouldn't look crazy. This girl is maybe 5 or 6. Wow.....I feel really bad for her mother. So her mom gets up and picks her up and brings her over to the table. She picks the kid up because she's too lazy to get up and walk to the table.

No thank you.

Parental irresponsibility & uncomfortable experiences with children

I like babies. I think that newborn babies and kids under 2, are very adorable. They're sweet and cuddly and innocent. I'm not very comfortable holding little babies mostly because the parent is watching your every move making sure you hold the head and cradle its neck. I know how to hold a baby! Now kids 2+....different story.
           I don't like those little snots that break away from their parent and run into the street (why are kids so attracted to running into the street). So on Tuesday, I had a very very uncomfortable experience with a child. I talk to a therapist about annoyances and such, I recommend it, they get paid to listen to you :P
My dad was sitting in the small waiting room waiting for the therapist to talk to him, when I went in for the session, he was alone reading his book. The session lasted about 45 minutes, when I got back to the room, my dad was playing legos with a little girl who was by herself waiting for her parents who were in another room talking with her counselor. When I walked in, my dad says, "Come say hi to my daughter!" She pokes her head out from behind the door, she's cute by very shy. My dad says "I'll be right back, I have to talk to this lady." And he fucking leaves me in the god damn room with a little kid?!!? First of all, come on parents, they were both there but one of them should have been staying with her. Second, I DIDNT ASK TO BABYSIT FOR YOU. I'm not going to take responsibility for this child!
So I guess the girl was there because she and her 5 year old brother were adopted by a young caucasian couple and they were having problems connecting with her. She also has a very hard time sitting still so I think they were talking about that too. Her brother is very well behaved and has good boundaries, but she doesn't have appropriate boundaries.
               Back to the story, so I'm awkwardly sitting in the room and this girl is staring at me. So I say, "What's your name?" in a monotone voice. I'm not good at putting on that stupid voice that people use to talk to kids. So I'm waiting for her to tell me her name. Then she finally does.....5 minutes later, I ask her how old she is. She just says, "3." Then I tell her how old I am and she says I'm old....I'm still in my teens. Then she asks what's in my hand, and I'm like.....really, she doesn't know what a book is.
        Then, she bolts our of the room and starts running down that hallway and I'm like "Shit where did she go?!" I'm not going to be held responsible if she goes missing because I never ever agreed to watch her when her parents should've been. Jesus Christ! So I look, but she's not there. Then I hear her running down that hall and she's giggling like I'm loving seeing her have fun. I was just glad she didn't get kidnapped. So when she comes back, I just smile and then she's tells me to stop laughing. I wasn't fucking laughing. Calm down. Then finally, my dad comes back out, and guess what? She runs up and hugs him! This child has serious issues. She's known my father for 45 minutes and she's treating him like she's his daughter. That has always happened though, little kids always pretended like my dad was theirs, and of course I was jealous when I was young, but now it's just annoying. He's my dad. Then for some reason he tells her to hug me and that I love hugs....If looks could kill, my dad would be dead. I think kids were attracted to my dad either because he's just the type of person who's really good with kids or they just don't have a father figure in their life, or both. So, I say "Dad, I really want to go home." And he says to the girl, "I have to go home now, can you please help me clean up these toys?" and she does that annoying little kid thing where she keeps saying no and smiling like it's a game or something, so my dad cleans up for her. Dad, there's a reason kids grow up, so you can stop cleaning up after them!
                  So he gets on the floor and starts putting away the toys for her. First of all, my father should not be crawling on the ground cleaning up the mess of a 3 year old child who was left alone, because it's not his responsibility and he has knee and back problems. Her parents are young, let them clean up after their kid. He was just being nice though.
        So we finally leave after a mild protest from her, thank whatever. So I'm telling my dad that I wish he hadn't left me alone with that kid because I'm really uncomfortable around children. He didn't really know how uncomfortable I was with them, and I kept saying that until he got the hint that I wanted to discuss it. So on the 30 minute ride home, we talked about it. If you want to read about it. Find it.

Come on dad, retire already.

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Pregnancy is not all sunshine and rainbows.

Those babies are cute. But, she'll be cleaning up for them for the next 18+ years. I don't think it's worth the stretched tummy.

Your body. Most people know that pregnancy and childbirth puts an enormous toll on a woman's body. So hear the positives and negatives.
Moms always rant about how amazing the feeling of being pregnant is. Their claims : hair grows fast and comes in thicker, skin glows, you get the baby bump and everyone bows down to you for being such a saint. You know, shit like that.
         But...there are WAY more cons than "pros" (which aren't really all that great in the first place)
Of course, stretch marks - it will take forever for them to fade, and even if they do fade, they will still be visible. They're scars of childbearing, and you can't get a refund.
Your skin and hair improves when you're pregnant (sorry If I'm annoying you by talking to the reader as if they were pregnant) because of all the estrogen your body produces. Not because your baby is magical. Annnnd, when you have the baby, the sudden loss of high estrogen levels will result in breakouts and hair breakage and loss. Good for 9 months.
            Another thing, your vag is pretty much ruined. Before you eve have the thing, it starts deteriorating. After the baby, it will hang loose like sleeve of wizard. The muscles will be stretched out and loose from the birth, sometimes it will get to the point where you develop the condition that causes your cervix to slowly drop because it's not supported by the muscles. Some women think that it's your vagina falling out of your body, but its not. That's fucking terrifying. Worse things happen to it though. Episiotomies, are probably painful. They're cutting the most sensitive part of your body to accomodate the babys safe birth. Imagine taking a scalpel to the spaces between your fingers, or that weird thing that attaches the top lip to the top gums. Gross. So I guess when I was born, I didn't want to leave, so I held on? If that makes sense. Sorry mom! But I was a baby. I think it would be weird to ask her if its back to normal after that birth.

Comment? ( or I'll ruin your vagina.)

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A Breath of Fresh Air

               So, any childfree person can understand what I'm talk about. You know those douchebags that like to tell you just why you're a terrible person for not wanting kids? They suck. I don't walk up to parents and tell them why they're stupid for having kids, because I don't like talking to parents. But for some reason, some parents like fighting with childfree people. And not all childfree people want to argue their reasons for not wanting or having kids, to a lot of people it's a private thing. I'm one of those people who thinks it's pretty private, when it comes to talking to parents or anti-childfree people, I just say "It's none of your business."
                I think the real reason why parents lash out at childfree folk, is because they're frustrated by the stress free and happy nature of the childfree. After kids, those people lost the ability to be stress free! Once you lose your calm and happy life to kids, you really miss it! (I wouldn't know though, I'm still livin ' it ;)
Well, today I didn't meet one of those people - quite the opposite actually. A girl in one of my classes, Sarah, who sits next to me - me and her get along pretty well together and we like making fun of the weird things our teacher does. But today (not in a conversation about kids to start with) She was talking about wanting it to be summer so she could visit her friend's family in Hawaii, she talked about these little girls that live there and that one of the girls (about 2 yrs) who calls her Auntie Sarah. Her and the little girl get along very well together. I thought it was cute, and I told her I really don't get along well with children (I didn't come right out and tell her I don't want kids for fear that she might be pro-mommy) So we continued to talk about my uncomfortable experiences but I forgot exactly what we said, I do remember though, that to my relief/surprise, she said "Yeah, I never want children!" No way! This girl is my age. I've never ever met anyone else my age who doesn't want kids. So I say in a weird spastic way "Oh me neither! All my 'friends' tell me I'll change my mind but I've never met someone who feels the same way as I do." It was a nice surprise because we are friends but we usually only talk in that one class. So I tell her, "I don't want kids because I want to travel and have a nice clean home without any..." And at the same time we say "Toys!" 
We both want to get married to someone, we just won't have kids in our future. I have a pretty good feeling about her :)

That was cheesy.
Mmmm cheesy.

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Some Reasons: Why I don't want kids.

There's a new reason for why I don't want or like children every day, because kids do stupid things every day.
These aren't all the reasons, but I think these ones are pretty important!
1. I love Jewelry. Good Jewelry. Stuff that requires care. Recently my mother has gotten me : a beautiful princess length cultured pearl necklace with a white gold clasp, a matching pair of earrings, a gold necklace, and a beautiful replica of a Victorian style ring that has a garnet stone in the center.
Imagine if a child got a hold of those.
My necklace, that is pretty strong, would probably be broken within 3 days of getting it because the child would like to see how strong they are. Another thing, grubby hands do not go well with pearls, it damages them. But then again, anything a child touches gets damaged.
Rings - It's hard to carry a baby while trying to keep your nice rings clean, right? I'd rather not put them in danger - my rings, that is.
2. Another thing, is my hair. I know it sounds stupid, but it's just important to me. My hair is about 1 1/2 feet long and I'm still growing it. Now, my mother had very long hair before she had me, but she cut it super short after I was born because I pulled on her hair constantly. Hey, I've already apologized.
I have to brush my hair well every morning and night, but I don't mind it! Because I have time to care for it. I don't need to wear the sloppy bun that moms are always seen wearing. I love wearing my hair down and loose and knowing no child will tug on my hair like they were trying to control the reigns on a horse.
To me, those are pretty good reasons for why I don't want satan spawn, because that would require me to have sex with satan. And I'm pretty sure he shoots fire out of his dick.

More to come
(that's what she said)

~Violet