I wouldn’t mind kids, but I’ve never found a guy that would bear them. Truly, though, I have always thought the idea of being pregnant repugnant for me. I don’t mind the idea of having kids, but I don’t want to bear them. Also, I have considered adopting, but I’m single (I really should get around to posting in the “Honest Personals” thread) and believe that child thrive best in a 2-parent home. If I met the right smeone with kids, or if neices or nephews were suddenly orphaned and need a home, I’d do it. I like kids and they like me. Actually, if I were to have kids, I’d like several - at least 3 or 4. I’m one of 7 (two died at birth) and like large families.
I like children in theory. However, as we all know there is considerable difference between theory and practice. After observing my niece and nephews I am unwilling to attempt the practical exercise, as it will most likely end in disaster. Adding to this is that Mrs. Jim has no desire to have children. As it is we have enough trouble remembering to feed the dog.
I don’t like kids. I don’t like being around them. I hate the sounds that babies and toddlers make. I can’t even imagine having to change diapers for years on ends.
I don’t think I’d be a good father. I have trouble handling the responsibility of keeping tropical fish alive, let alone children. I’m also not a terribly patient or tolerant person, and a lousy teacher.
I can’t afford kids. I’d have to make major and significant changes in my job and lifestyle to be able to properly bring up children.
I don’t want to inflict my genetics on another generation. My family has blessed me with some moderatly unpleasant inherited conditions that I see no need to perpetuate.
Finally, my wife is medically infertile. Interestingly enough, we didn’t discover this until after we had already decided not to have children.
Who was the person on here that, during one of these discussions, said that whenever someone around her said they didn’t want children made them have to explain their reasoning so she could determine if they’d really thought it through? I don’t recall what happened if they failed her test, like if she then impregnated them somehow or something.
At about age 12, I decided I would never make new children.
I was at that time babysitting and dealing with young cousins. I could not put up with them then, nor could I now. I have nothing in common wiht little babies or children, and I doubt I ever will.
First things first: pregnancy and childbirth are about the most gruesome, horrific processes I can imagine.
“So,” you ask, “why not adope (Ah! Funny typo! I meant adopT)?”
“Well,” I answer, “because I’m disgusted by children!”
I hate the sounds they make. The little gabbling noises that other people think are cute? They make me want to scratch out my eardrums.
Children have no social skills. Tbey frequently cry, and scream, and otherwise misbehave in public. And as one with no spine to speak of, I would never be able to contol the little bastards.
They have to be housetrained, and it can take years. Which is a horrible thought. They get sick all the time. And they can’t take care of themselves. You have to do EVERYTHING for them at first. And are they ever grateful later? It is to laugh. Kids are like repulsive little parasitic slugs.
And even if I DID like children, I wouldn’t want any of my own, because it’s a huge freaking responsibility - one that you can’t really get rid of once you’ve got it. It’s like a prison sentence. Or a chronic disease. Furthermore, I’m a poor little churchmouse, and there’s no way I could ever afford to raise a child. I can’t even afford a cat, and I LIKE cats.
Kn(cautious about posting this because of all the times I’ve been told by friends (laughingly) that, having been a kid once myself, I shouldn’t say such things. Those people aren’t my friends anymore)ckers
P.S.: To those who consider themselves (or others) selfish for not having kids: I think ** reproduction ** is a far more selfish act - you only do it to pass on your genome. You may not think so, but you do. It’s instinct. And a mightly selfish instinct at that. Far more selfless to let your DNA go with you. Just something to think about.
The fact that my hormones are screwed up enough as it is.
No child should have to go through, dentally and orthodontically, what I’ve had to go through, and the dental disorders I have seem to be dominant.
I do not want to have to explain religion to my kids, especially in terms of what my SO believes and what I believe. Such as, “I believe there’s a God but he doesn’t meddle in human affairs and your dad doesn’t know if there is a higher power or not, and…” etc etc. It’s easier for my SO and I in terms of spiritual thinking NOT to have kids, therefore we don’t have to decide what to teach them/what not to teach them.
I like kids, but can’t be around them for long lengths of time.
I consider pregnancy and childbirth to be extremely inconvenient and painful, and I’m a selfish wuss.
I don’t want kids cause they’re a huge pain. If I want unconditional love and affection, I’ll get a dog. Sure, it poops like a kid, but I can toss it out in the yard for a while if I get sick of it. And dogs don’t have teen angst.
I don’t approve of having children; all our environmental problems stem from overpopulation. I don’t go to baby showers because I’m not going to reward somebody for getting knocked up. I think you should have a tax penalty instead of a deduction for each child – particularly in the U.S., where because of the high-consumption lifestyle, each child probably has the ecological impact of several Third World children.
Not concerned with passing on my genes. Don’t understand people who base their identity on their illustrious ancestors. So, if I wanted a child, I’d adopt one. However…
I love kids, so long as I can give them back after a few hours. They are a huge responsibility and I am not willing to take that on.
I knew when I was in my teens that child rearing would not be a part of my life. Having brother’s I knew I would have neices and nephews and they are great. Having a life-time responsibilty like that, no thank you.
I’m selfish and like the freedom not having kids brings (going out when I want, traveling, staying up and making noise, having parties).
I don’t think babies are cute. Some children are, but babies are not.
The world doesn’t need any more people.
I like to have intelligent conversations. Wait, that sounded snotty. What I really mean is that I can’t do the “kid conversation” thing for very long. Plus, I hate the “Why?” game.
I really don’t want the extra responsibility. Me, my cats, and future dogs are all I want. Well, and an SO, but that’s another thread. Because of this, I just don’t think I’d make a good father.
All things considered, I prefer being an uncle. That way, I can be way cooler than my nieces’ and nephews’ parents, plus if I get tired of them, I can always say “Go see Daddy/Mommy”.
I’m fascinated at the length of some of these lists, and the detailed reasoning people have. Me? My standard joke is “Biological clock? They forgot to install one at the factory.”
I have never had the least interest in having kids. Ever.
It may come from the ritualistic, involved defense all people who don’t like kids have to give whenever they tell someone they don’t like kids. Example:
Kidless: Oh, I just don’t like children
Parent: <wide-eyed> But…but how couldn’t you? Why, when little Timmy makes poopy, I just go all squishy-wishy! And he says the cutest things. It’s all worth it. How could you not want them? Don’t widdle babies just make you go “Awww”…
Kidless: <sighs>
Because even the merest thought that my evil spawn could be wondering the face of the earth is WAY too terrifying to even conceptualize, let alone put into practice.
Because there can be only one. I will have no ungrateful offspring mooching off my name and [future] fortune and hard-earned success after my death. The parties with liquor flowing like water, the debauchery, the scandal… I think not.
