you know what’s worse than children? stupid children. the ones that ask the same stupid questions over and over again and can’t get anything through their heads. they whine and complain and question and it’s endless because the idea that they’re pissing people off never occurs to them, and neither does understanding of anything whatsoever. it gets to the point that everyone on the bus just wants to tell the kid to shut up, and the parents to shut it up. preferrably in a cage somewhere.
and then they cry.
call me insensitive, but both stupidity and kids give me a headache, so when it’s a double whammy my normally high patience level will hit the floor.
i think i’d be so devastated if i had unintelligent children. maybe patience is made from love. i can’t really tell, but as far as i know, my parents were never more understanding just because we were blood related. but if my kids didn’t like reading or just couldn’t understand stuff i would cry. and then dump them in a river somewhere.
but imagine putting nine months of effort and then some in order to nurture some little bitch that refuses to learn how to count properly. or what if they grow up to be everything you fought against your whole life? like if you were a greeny hippie and your kids decided they couldn’t get enough steak and plastic bags, and purchased a hundred kilograms of whale meat from japan. or if you were a bolshevik and your kid ran a huge monopolist corporation that gave no benefits to the working class, hung out with royalty and didn’t believe in equality. with no one to carry on your legacy, your whole existence meant nothing.
that’s the point though, isn’t it? that you failed at something, something big. you weren’t able to sculpt something, even when they were completely open and vulnerable to your every action and influence.
i wonder if it’s disappointing.