I don’t know why it’s so frowned upon, but it is. If you say you don’t like kids, people seem to take that to mean that you want to stick pins in them and would starve any infant left in your care out of pure sadistic cruelty. I like peace, quiet, order, and purely adult activities. (No, I don’t mean the x-rated kind, at least not in this thread.) I once bought an incredibly cool and fabulous stuffed animal for myself and showed it to several people, and I confided to one of them (whose sympathetic tendancy I already knew) that I planned to keep it well out of reach of my young niece/newphews. He promptly replied, “Of course you should; that’s way too nice to be drooled on and dragged around the floors by the tail.” Had I said it to anyone else, they would have looked at me like an ogre. I once had a moment of bold frankness and asked a female co-worked who talked contstantly about her four young children, “Don’t you ever get home and just wish you could put them on a closet shelf for a few hours, to have a little time for yourself?” She looked at me like I was a monster, and gave me a response to a similar effect. Clearly she thought that I literally would lock a child in a closet, and she never spoke to me about the kids again. I don’t hate kids, and don’t wish kids any ill will or misfortune (as others said). But I’m uneasy around them, I don’t know how to talk with them and play with them, and most often I’m simply annoyed by the children of others. I feel the same way about the dog of a friend, a very large dog, who has a great fascination with shoving its snout up your crotch and your butt. I know it’s a common dog thing, but I still hate it. And as much as I cherish the friend, I grit my teeth every time I go over there and face the invading muzzle. I don’t wish the dog was dead, I just wish it wouldn’t do that. I don’t wish kids were dead, I just wish they acted…like adults. Which isn’t possible, so I guess I just don’t like kids. Like SouthernStyle said, kids need to do all the normal things and act like kids, and I’m all for that. I just don’t want to be around it myself. At family gatherings, one day filled with the kids running around is enough to last me several months.
MagicalSilverKey, if I were single, I would not deliberately pursue any relationship with a man who had kids. I realize this would cut out a big chunk of the market (I’ve definitely become a rarity myself, never married and no kids), and if it meant staying alone, I could be happy with that, but I don’t ever want to be a step-mom. I have a friend who married a man with a now-teenage child, and every year they have a summer of hell when he comes to live with them. I could find a way to work with those children of my own who will never exist except in theory, but I don’t know how I could possilby cope with children who didn’t have that powerful motivator behind them. Single parents deserve a boatload of credit, but it would be wrong for a non-child person like me to get involved with such a family when I know it’s not for me.
[hijack] Is it more expensive for you to eat in the bar of a restaurant where you are? We never eat anywhere else BUT the bar (and people who bring their young children into the bar are a subject for another thread :rolleyes: ), and everyplace I’ve been had the same menu and prices no matter where you sat. I know some states have weird laws that affect such things? [end hijack]
I know (or at least presume) that if I had any myself, I’d love them more than life itself, but I’m never going to find that out, because, as much as I would love them, I know they would make my daily life unhappy more often than not. I see other people doing it and know that I would not cope well with the constant pressures, no matter how much love was behind it. (I’ve dealt with major pressure involving adults who were much loved, and the love made me willing to do it, but didn’t make it any easier or make it affect me less.) I have nothing but admiration and respect for people who are good parents and step-parents (a couple of my siblings are shining examples, and my own parents were near-saints. The world needs them, and hats off to them. But I will never be one of them. And I’m happy with that. My life is full and satisfying and is, except for my failure to grow a large money tree in the back yard and thus free myself from working, pretty much the free and happy life I dreamed of when I was a kid myself. I love my privacy, my serene house, my freedom to do what I want, and the sense that my life really is my own.
How much more kind and wise of me to spare myself and those in my ripples the unhappy repercussions that would ensue if I gave in to societal pressure and had kids “because it’s the right thing to do.” I must point out, it’s not as if the human race is in any danger of running short on new members. I’m not saying overpopulation is the reason I don’t want kids, but in light of the tremendous problem the ever-growing number is, I think I deserve a pat on the back, not a condemnation.
By the way, I do know several people who have confided privately that, as much as they love their children, if they had it to do over again, they have real doubts about whether they would still do the same thing. I don’t think that makes them bad people (and I know they are good parents) - but it makes me think I’m not as nutty as people imply.
Speaking of nutty, here’s an idea that will reinforce my pariah status as an evil child-hater: how about kid-free days at major public institutions? I have a quiet dream, one which I know will never be realized, of being able to go to a museum and actually view things peacefully and perhaps have a little quiet reflection, to enjoy it all without major distraction and annoyance, without kids screaming at each other, without kids yelling dumb stuff as they spend exactly four seconds “appreciating” each display, without kids running and chasing each other, without kids crashing into me and shoving me at every exhibit. One day a week? Even one day a month? I for one would happily pay extra for the privilege.
cygnus, who is glad you love your kids but who finds that pets are just right for me.