Life passes me by in some interesting ways. I made a conscious decision years ago to not have a traditional family; these days, it seems that at every turn some friend I thought of as perenially single is getting married, already married, pregnant, raising children, or some combination of the above. Fighting the biological urge to reproduce for overriding social and humanitarian reasons is difficult, and there’s no one cheering me on from the sidelines, either — quite the opposite, it seems everyone is trying to get me into some steady relationship, engaged, and onto the child-rearing bandwagon. Neither my body nor my mind is strong enough for that right now.
Folks, I don’t air my dirty laundry in public, but there are a lot of good reasons I think it’d be a bad idea for me to be a parent. I also think it’d be stupid for me to carry on the defects in my genetic line, though I’m still flattered by those of you who tell me I’m too beautiful to remove from the gene pool.
Why don’t the VHEMT people all kill themselves and thus further their goal?
Nope — see http://www.vhemt.org/death.htm#grimreaper
it seems everyone is trying to get me into some steady relationship, engaged, and onto the child-rearing bandwagon.
I think the assumption that a steady relationship must inevitably lead to babies is a mistaken one. In fact, looking at certain celebrities recently, I think we’d have all been a lot better off if they’d married and then NOT had kids. One doesn’t need to imply the other.
One doesnâ€™t need to imply the other.
No, but my luck recently has lead almost exclusively to the sorts of relationships with people seeking such. As a result I feel a bit…put upon isn’t the right term. “Pressured” probably is. “Uncomfortable,” too. One could go so far as to say “disillusioned.”