I've been thinking about this a bit as I'm approaching the age that my parents were when they had me (21). I always thought I was strange because I actually really wanted kids when I was growing up and didn't think I'd mind having. But now that the thought is actually vaguely viable now I don't really know if I want them anymore.
My friend has two kids already and is a similar age as me. At first I thought good on him, being grown up, etc, but now I think about his situation and think that it is my idea of hell.
I'm only just getting to the point where I can enjoy my freedom, time and disposable income. The thought of bringing something into this world that is going to wipe all of those out for the next 21+ years of my life doesn't really appeal much anymore
My friend has two kids already and is a similar age as me. At first I thought good on him, being grown up, etc, but now I think about his situation and think that it is my idea of hell.
I'm only just getting to the point where I can enjoy my freedom, time and disposable income. The thought of bringing something into this world that is going to wipe all of those out for the next 21+ years of my life doesn't really appeal much anymore



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