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.

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