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10-19-12
First off, I just want to be clear that this isn't meant to be hurtful to any of my several wonderful (though sensitive) friends who've recently had children, I just got to thinking about the irony of giving one's life purpose by, in effect, giving up one's life. To most normal, adjusted human beings, having children is "the shiz."

I am clearly not normal or adjusted in that regard.

When you start getting into your late 20's, early 30's, you really start to notice that all of your friends begin settling down. They stay in more, start working on that beer-gut, and, with a series of quick, resounding pops, all of them have suddenly produced children.

My wife and I have made a very firm choice to not partake in this, and get the expected shocked looks that indicate a suspicion that we may, in fact, be moon-people, under cover on this planet to undermine the continued population and enslave it.

The thing for me is two-fold. First, I strongly believe in the problem of overpopulation and fully buy into alarmist predictions that within 40-50 years the population will be unsupportable. It seems unfair to bring a person into that kind of world, and I feel it would be personally irresponsible to do so.

Second, and more importantly, I'm selfish. Too selfish. I'm selfish as fuck. And I sure don't want to give up my rap-videoesque day to day existance to give love and guidance to another human being. (Disclaimer: my existence may be less rap-videoesque than advertized.) I like living for myself, and I like spending my money on me. I like watching violent TV shows and listening to profane music and playing M-rated video games. I don't need no baby Blues Cluesing my shit up.

I guess what I'm saying is, I like kids, and get the choice to have them on some level, but it's sure not for me, and I'm glad every day my wife so strongly agrees.

This entry has become a little awkward and weird.

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Check out this strip and all the others over at the Downfall Homepage, at [link]
10-19-12
First off, I just want to be clear that this isn't meant to be hurtful to any of my several wonderful (though sensitive) friends who've recently had children, I just got to thinking about the irony of giving one's life purpose by, in effect, giving up one's life. To most normal, adjusted human beings, having children is "the shiz."

I am clearly not normal or adjusted in that regard.

When you start getting into your late 20's, early 30's, you really start to notice that all of your friends begin settling down. They stay in more, start working on that beer-gut, and, with a series of quick, resounding pops, all of them have suddenly produced children.

My wife and I have made a very firm choice to not partake in this, and get the expected shocked looks that indicate a suspicion that we may, in fact, be moon-people, under cover on this planet to undermine the continued population and enslave it.

The thing for me is two-fold. First, I strongly believe in the problem of overpopulation and fully buy into alarmist predictions that within 40-50 years the population will be unsupportable. It seems unfair to bring a person into that kind of world, and I feel it would be personally irresponsible to do so.

Second, and more importantly, I'm selfish. Too selfish. I'm selfish as fuck. And I sure don't want to give up my rap-videoesque day to day existance to give love and guidance to another human being. (Disclaimer: my existence may be less rap-videoesque than advertized.) I like living for myself, and I like spending my money on me. I like watching violent TV shows and listening to profane music and playing M-rated video games. I don't need no baby Blues Cluesing my shit up.

I guess what I'm saying is, I like kids, and get the choice to have them on some level, but it's sure not for me, and I'm glad every day my wife so strongly agrees.

This entry has become a little awkward and weird.