Every day that goes by, I realize more and more that we’d better not have kids, that I don’t want kids.
[[I worry sometimes that if I reveal too much of my inner self on my blog that I'll piss somebody off. Just remember I'm only talking about me here. I'm not judging anybody who has kids. *I* just don't want them.]]
I also worry that certain family members will find my blog.
I know it’s weird. I don’t mind sharing my innermost feelings and thoughts w/ perfect strangers and the whole entire world on the internet, but I wouldn’t want certain people in my life to read it. I don’t know. I’m weird I guess.

But there was this SCREAMING NEWBORN at the grocery store today. A crying baby is one thing, but a SCREAMING NEWBORN is something totally different. With every wail I became full of anger, full of rage. I wanted to shove a sock in it’s mouth or do something worse.
Yesterday coming home a little boy almost ran in front of the car, I said to my better half “watch that little brat”. It rolled off my tongue without even thinking. I mean, it’s my natural mindset to look at kids that way and be angered by their presence.
I guess I’m unnatural. But I’m just me.