It's easier just to raise one but, I kinda really want a son, kinda really want a daughter so I decide why not just want one of each?
I think I'd rather adopt someday, if I ever did. My neighbor, down the road, is the chairman for the county's liberal organization supporting Democratic and Green party efforts.... he adopted a son and two daughters from china. He's a newspaper columnist and writer, I believe. He gave us free signs for our yard and came over to our house and watched the election here on election night. Hahaha, we treated the election like most people treat the superbowl. Big screen and popcorn and nachos....
If ever had them, I'd definitely adopt. But I don't want to fuck-up any poor, innocent children, so I'm going with a grand total of zero children for me.
Heh, I know what you mean there. I'm scared of that too I feel sorry for my spouse if I'm ever married... unless... she's kinda fucked up too. Then we're all happy!!! WHEE!
That's why I consider adopting. But if I was ever to marry, I would rather that be my wife's decision, not mine...
Ahaha... same here. I would feel so awful for anyone who ended up my husband/wife... But I don't think you'd fuck up your kids, if you had them one day. You'd probably make a good dad. Just a tad quirky, that's all.
Yeah... but that's the thing. I'm quirky as shit when in everyday life (not on here), a lot of the time, so I need quirky and interesting people around me to feel pretty safe... and if they're talking a little too normal or seem a little boring... I usually don't say anything and am pretty catatonic, but I'm mostly like that when I get freaked out or don't know what to do/say in a situation. I just kinda stare and listen but can't say anything. But... I'm serious, my parents think I'm really weird and they always have to constantly tell me that... so I keep my door shut. When they're not home, you can find me dancing around the house to techno music and screaming and talking in charachters voices in my head or spouting lines of cusswords... and writing... or playing guitar with my up cranked or imitating people like BB King. Once, my mom caught me when she came home singing The Thrill Is Gone, and she actually thought it was BB King on my computer.
Life does not have a beginning, a meaning, or an end at all. Wanting children to justify your existance is understandable, but silly. Hold on to your insignificance, because it's the truth. You need not give in to or fight your fate, just be aware of it... that you will die and the world will continue to turn. There is no great answer, and no meaning. Umm... yeah, sorry. Off-topic.