It feels like Tuesday night, but it’s actually Thursday. I love short weeks! Tomorrow’s Friday and then after a day spent getting the car ready, we’re off to Anaheim for a few days. I’m looking forward to it. I also love that I only have to work one day next week. Of course, this means I need to work hard to clear my plate tomorrow as much as possible so nothing gets dropped while I’m out.
I was reading some other posts today, and I came across a flocked post by someone who will go unmentioned for the sake of privacy (it was flocked). The general milieu of the post concerned voluntary sterilization and I was pondering the idea myself. As you may or may not know, I am childfree. So’s my wife. I intend to stay that way for the rest of my life. I don’t need children fucking my shit up. I fuck my own ship up perfectly fine. I need no assistance from ugly bald creatures that drool and manufacture more shit that should be physically possible for a being that size. I just don’t need it or the so-called wonderful experience of parenthood.
Parenthood’s not that great. I’ve seen failure in that area enough to know that if I suck at it, I’m not just hoarking my life… I’m hoarking theirs as well.
And this isn’t an invitation to persuade me from the childfree lifestyle, and I swear the person who tells me I’ll change my mind shall be drop-kicked off the planet by someone wearing steel-toed shitkickers.
There’s a lot of shit in this post, isn’t there?
So, anyway… yeah… I’m looking forward to my vasectomy. And anytime… anytime I might have a smallest inkling of reconsidering… all I have to do is go to the mall and watch breeders and fuck-trophies and realize that I made the right choice.
Again, this is a declarative post, not a cry for help. I’m just declaring my intent, here. If I wanted advice, I’d ask for it.