Have Kids? Married? Why Not?

I’ve always wondered why these questions pepper my existence. I’m almost 33 (but I’ll tell you I’m 29), I’ve never been married and I don’t have kids. As a matter of fact, I don’t want kids, either.

These concepts are hard for some people to grasp, too. Especially in the South. For some reason, when I get asked the first two and I answer “No,” “Why Not?” is always sure to follow.  I had no idea that it was a prerequisite to being a female, especially one around here. Even when I say that I didn’t want them when I was a kid and it wasn’t a life goal for me, someone is bound to say, “You never know, you’ll want them someday.” I hate to break it to you, but sorry. I do NOT want to end up with the spawn of Satan sucking my life away. Thanks, but no, I’ll pass because why? I can travel while you’re at home with your infants and toddlers destroying your home, furniture, belongings and forcing you to come to terms that you will never have nice things until they move out of your house.  Even then, though, you will still have to support them.

I have a life-long friend that just recently got married again. Again. Let’s preface this whole situation:

1.       She’s been married before and had a kid and is divorced from &^%#@%$.

2.       She has loads of medical problems and wasn’t supposed to procreate again

3.       She moved from one area to the desert where she met jerkface.

4.       Jerkface and her were going to get married, but once he found out she was pregnant, he quickly skeedaddled out of the picture.

5.       Jerkface and her went to Florida with the child, came back and drove from Vegas to home in the desert.

6.       Jerkface fell asleep behind the wheel and she’s now in a wheel chair.

7.       In the midst of all this, she’s dating Phucface. This Phucface is just like my own personal one that I dated, too. Backhanded comments, arrogant arse  - a walking and talking dirtbag.

8.       He proposed to her, she accepted, they had a small, private wedding.

9.       Oh, her mom HATES Phucface and my friend isn’t getting the rehab where they live now  that she really truly needs in order to get out of said wheelchair.

Sooooo, here’s my thing. It just seems that some peple are just too insistent on being married that they overlook some of the most important things in life and just settle with whomever. It’s so disheartening.  I won’t settle. I’m happy being single and I will be like this until Mr. Right, wherever you are, shows up. Until then, I just watch relationship after relationship crumble around me.

I also think that it’s sad that society has put such pressure on young men and women to get married and procreate. Even still, that the “complete” them is only when they are with someone else. For me personally, if I’m not complete, then there is no way that I can be involved with someone. It just doesn’t make sense to me. Why would someone want a half completed, neurotic and a mentally/physically/spiritually unstable person in their life? Don’t get me wrong, I understand the idea of being “complete” with someone, but I think after a while it gets a little warped out of context and boys and girls think that only another person can complete them.

So, at any rate, I’m going to continue to sit back and chilax. When Mr. Perfect-For-Me comes along, all of you will know. Until then, I’m going to sit back and wonder at why people do the things that they do in the name of insanity.

Signing off..

Empy