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flexagonJust got a letter from editor bear that really underscores a difference in how we see life. Ugh... what a mindless breeder he really is. Enter babies stage left, exit all rational thought stage right. But if he wants to have a huge family (which he really can't afford, and admits will be a problem come college-time even if it isn't before, and admits is a shitty thing to do to the environment) and justify it all by saying he "loves his kids", well, it's hard to watch but there's nothing I can do about it . His letter was in a response to a letter from me asking WHY... for the love of god, why? So I told him I would mind my own business... and I am... as it happens I have a pre-op appointment for my Essure procedure set up as of today, though I didn't mention that part. God, it's just so hard to watch someone truly fucking up. If he and his lady bear could give their kids a good life that'd be one thing, but, frankly, at this point the little slugs are doomed to not having much for money or for role models. :(
(And: yes, I keep this LJ precisely so I can say things that judgemental about people. Thanks for asking. And: the comment link is right there if you just have to say something about money not being the only thing you need to raise a child and blah blah blah. Go for it. It's all you.)
Life proceeds apace. A fast pace. I worked 10 hrs yesterday with no breaks, and I guess 9-ish today, although today I sat outside at lunch and made my phone call. Tomorrow's another ultramarathon day thanks to Dale Carnegie... in which, by the way, the students are coming along so well now it's totally heartwarming, and I actually can't wait to see them. Wednesdays do come around with such brutal regularity though. Thud. Thud. Thud.
Lastly, I'm reading The Golden Transcendence, third in a trilogy by John Wright. So psyched to be reading something I know will have a glorious and heroic ending... ahhhh. :) I've had experiences with way too many first-of-a-series, middle-of-a-series and tragic books lately.
(And: yes, I keep this LJ precisely so I can say things that judgemental about people. Thanks for asking. And: the comment link is right there if you just have to say something about money not being the only thing you need to raise a child and blah blah blah. Go for it. It's all you.)
Life proceeds apace. A fast pace. I worked 10 hrs yesterday with no breaks, and I guess 9-ish today, although today I sat outside at lunch and made my phone call. Tomorrow's another ultramarathon day thanks to Dale Carnegie... in which, by the way, the students are coming along so well now it's totally heartwarming, and I actually can't wait to see them. Wednesdays do come around with such brutal regularity though. Thud. Thud. Thud.
Lastly, I'm reading The Golden Transcendence, third in a trilogy by John Wright. So psyched to be reading something I know will have a glorious and heroic ending... ahhhh. :) I've had experiences with way too many first-of-a-series, middle-of-a-series and tragic books lately.
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Date: 2004-08-17 06:44 pm (UTC)That is precisely it. Babies eat people's brains, I swear. I have no problem with people who are responsible parents, but those people are few and far between. I should know, I teach all their children, and they expect me and my colleagues to pick up the slack where they don't want to parent their darling angel who is of course PERFECT. *snarl*
And I like kids, I really do. It's one of the reasons I teach elementary school, I get a big kick out of kids that age. The thing that kills me is people think they are an incomplete human being if they don't spawn and so do it mindlessly, without regard for themselves or the children they bring into the world. People are absolutely shocked when I tell them I'm not interested in having kids and I feel totally fulfilled and happy, thankyouverymuch.