Count me as one of those who during their self-indulgent 20s never envisioned themselves as appropriate material for parentage, and if you were able to get honest answers from the kids we did eventually have, they'd opine with no argument from me that they matured faster than I - zbut now that they've fully blossomed, I'm not sure I can imagine how empty and pointless my limited time here would be with them.
As Cal has said before in other context -I'm a very lucky son of a bitch, and don't even need to be reminded of that by the other gamete donor in this equation.
You might change your mind - I know that Brian and Jen are glad that my mom didn't make a different choice in 1951
As Cal has said before in other context -I'm a very lucky son of a bitch, and don't even need to be reminded of that by the other gamete donor in this equation.
You might change your mind - I know that Brian and Jen are glad that my mom didn't make a different choice in 1951
That's the best case, where your kids are functional human beings by 20.
I was earning my own way by 20, my younger brother was not and still isn't. He's 31 and leans on my parents for pretty much everything...
It's a lifelong commitment, parenthood is.
Being a parent is a life. Not a chore you do while you put your real life on hold. As with any life it works well if you commit to it 100%.
And if the next sperm along had made it into the egg you would not be here. You would no nothing about it.
It's quite a thing to summon a person into the world, after all, "they have no say in the matter". Life is a mixed bag of experiences, some good and some bad and therefore you inflict on that person a mixture of a great deal of happiness and joy but almost inevitably, pain, heartache and misery as well. Think about your circumstances and the possible futures that your children will open to, and think really hard about the commitment and sacrifice that you need to make.
It's quite a thing to summon a person into the world, after all, "they have no say in the matter". Life is a mixed bag of experiences, some good and some bad and therefore you inflict on that person a mixture of a great deal of happiness and joy but almost inevitably, pain, heartache and misery as well. Think about your circumstances and the possible futures that your children will open to, and think really hard about the commitment and sacrifice that you need to make.
Live life, treat others as you would like to be treated and try and be happy, don't let the bad times get you down to much🙂
My motto....
My motto....
That would be me, Mr 'most likely not to' amongst my uni peer group though 6yrs+ and then actually, the first to. Not much accident about it, matter of choices, but perhaps an abrupt change of mind! Also the very best thing that ever happened to me, actually, howsoever I count things.
Just the one, but quite clearly the better half of my life to date.
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Wow, that freax is sooo cynical! I used to feel like that when I was in my late teens/early twenties... before I had done anything and felt the world owed me everything. ( I respect you and acknowledge your intellect, freax).
I didn't really want a child. I have always liked children and they liked me but I didn't want to screw up one of my own. According to some of the earlier posts, I don't make enough money to have happy children that will be able to contribute positively to society. My children are destined to become locusts, devouring all of humanity's crops of progress.
Three years ago the accident was born. I am happier every day since. Seeing a blank little meat puppet learn to eat, speak, lie, joke, love, to develop a character... to learn anything at all is awesome. I am learning more about myself, human relations, psychology, happiness and life more than I learned from any text or youtube video. My son has given me the insight to find direction within myself and become a better me, a better human being. I didn't know if I would be a good parent, but know that I am one now. My wife and I freely use love, understanding and intellectual stimulation mixed with a good fart joke to help my little meat puppet find, pursue, feed and cope with his wonder of the world and beyond. It really is a beautiful thing. Any concessions I make are more than worth it. It may be just chemistry, but getting lost in the illusion, if you're up for it, is grand.
I didn't really want a child. I have always liked children and they liked me but I didn't want to screw up one of my own. According to some of the earlier posts, I don't make enough money to have happy children that will be able to contribute positively to society. My children are destined to become locusts, devouring all of humanity's crops of progress.
Three years ago the accident was born. I am happier every day since. Seeing a blank little meat puppet learn to eat, speak, lie, joke, love, to develop a character... to learn anything at all is awesome. I am learning more about myself, human relations, psychology, happiness and life more than I learned from any text or youtube video. My son has given me the insight to find direction within myself and become a better me, a better human being. I didn't know if I would be a good parent, but know that I am one now. My wife and I freely use love, understanding and intellectual stimulation mixed with a good fart joke to help my little meat puppet find, pursue, feed and cope with his wonder of the world and beyond. It really is a beautiful thing. Any concessions I make are more than worth it. It may be just chemistry, but getting lost in the illusion, if you're up for it, is grand.
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I have not been blessed with children, nor has my wife. Now I'm not here to complain, on the contrary. One of the advantages of child free couples, is more coupling. No interruptions, no planning, no having to be sneaky, or quiet, just pure, unadulterated, raw, no inhibitions wild animal...
...uh ya, uh, never mind.
Phew... is it getting hot in here?
...uh ya, uh, never mind.
Phew... is it getting hot in here?
Illusus, that's kinda creepy 'cause neither of us are switch hitters.
SY, you're right. They only one I turn on is myself, especially when I dance naked in front of a mirror.
Phew, it's getting hot again.
SY, you're right. They only one I turn on is myself, especially when I dance naked in front of a mirror.
Phew, it's getting hot again.
I'm willing Tibet. I bet that at our age, if we're not using Viagra, you might want to go to the beach before you go home. Nature's Viagra if you will. My wife agrees, it doesn't matter where you get your appetite as long as you eat at home.
Uh... how did we get this far off track, that's not like me.
I have the most fun off-piste.
To turn back on topic: if I rationalize doing anything far enough I find that either nothing is worth doing or everything is worth doing. The thought exercise becomes cyclical. My oxymoron-ic advice is to reasonably follow your animal instincts.
To turn back on topic: if I rationalize doing anything far enough I find that either nothing is worth doing or everything is worth doing. The thought exercise becomes cyclical. My oxymoron-ic advice is to reasonably follow your animal instincts.
That would explain my hormone issues, I just thought as I sat here, observing a small Phillips screwdriver and wonder why I find it an erotic tool.
Then I realised that right before my g/f and I hooked up, she had a brief relationship in-between that can be described as slotted and medium sized.
One man's tool is another woman's handywork.
It's already been 4 months since I started taking care of my son full-time again. Even survived the 1st parents information evening at his school.
The 12 years of non-stop battling the legal system here already seem so far away.
Same for the 120.000 miles I drove to see him once every 2 weeks, and the 1200+ stops at two gas stations.
For a dozen years, I worried about him not eating enough, not healthy enough, his skinny body, his bad physical shape.
Inbetween coming home from school and pushing dumb bells at the top floor, he just ate away my stash of Vietnamese noodle soup, also cleaned out my supply of Thai noodle soup, plus a 40-box of Indo Mie.
Each time I feel like preparing a little snack, the little fckr just ate it.
Dad fool has to go Chinese superstore shopping again tomorrow, better get twice the regular amount, and think up a place where to hide the merchandise.
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