Sometimes, and most honestly, all of the time, I really cannot stand my parents. I won't begin to list the reasons why.
Sometimes, and most honestly, all of the time, I find the most insightful things people say come out of their mouths accidentally.
Like when sitting on a curb at Yogurtland, crunching on granola, heat blazing, and just chatting.
On such a say, a two friends of mine drooled over toddlers running nearby, discussing thier future kids. I merely drooled over my ice cream and repeated my usual sentiment that I never wish to bear children. I don't want the burden of being responsible for how someone turns out. They questioned me about this. I said I didn't think my parents should have had kids and I don't think a lot of parents should have had kids- look how people turn out. Most people are in no condition to take of themselves, much less to raise another human being. People end up with so many issues as a result of their childhoods. Then one friend just said, "Yea but would you want other parents? If you didn't have the life you had, you wouldn't be who you are."
I mean, she's right. If are parents our sculptors, whether they gently mold us or harshly sand us into shape, it's all just means to an end. If we want the final piece as is, the artistry must occur as did. Maybe those terms are a little simple for the making of a person, but how else can I say it? You'd be a boring person if someone just took a lump of clay you were and barely messed around with it.
Maybe I bled a little to get this way, but at least I hear I'm slightly fascinating. Doesn't mean I'm willing to repeat this for another person though, don't worry.
Largeman: There's a handful of normal kid things I kinda missed.
-Garden State.
&heart; Lini.
