And I mean actually intensely so? Not to the point where you want to hurt them or anything, but to the point where just being near them is uncomfortable?
Because it seems like if you even think about not liking children and thinking they're super and awesome, you're some kind of defective monster. Like I'm suppose to appreciate their insipidness and the smell, and the getting into everything. And the noise, oh sweet mercy the noise. The noise. The never-ending cacophony of noises that split the sanity of anyone nearby.
But we're supposed to play nice. Not complain or expect people with children to be considerate of others. That the rest of us are just supposed to deal with noises that make us seriously consider that a Hellgate has opened and demons are crawling out. The worst part is now I've gotten to the point in my life where social events and gathering are going to based around and revolve around babies and small children, since nearly everyone is getting married and/or having kids now so you've got to fake enthusiasm for them.
Because it seems like if you even think about not liking children and thinking they're super and awesome, you're some kind of defective monster. Like I'm suppose to appreciate their insipidness and the smell, and the getting into everything. And the noise, oh sweet mercy the noise. The noise. The never-ending cacophony of noises that split the sanity of anyone nearby.
But we're supposed to play nice. Not complain or expect people with children to be considerate of others. That the rest of us are just supposed to deal with noises that make us seriously consider that a Hellgate has opened and demons are crawling out. The worst part is now I've gotten to the point in my life where social events and gathering are going to based around and revolve around babies and small children, since nearly everyone is getting married and/or having kids now so you've got to fake enthusiasm for them.