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I went to my niece's kids's baptism today (my great-nephews). Yes, I can be 24 and have great-nephews. These things happen, especially in a family as voluminous as mine. I've been an aunt since the age of two, or maybe earlier, but I'm just counting my first cousin's right now. Anyway, before I bore you all to tears, I'll get to the point. Which is that there were kids everywhere. Little ones. This I can handle very well if I'm related to them. If I'm not, my fingers start curling at the first wail. But what made me feel so uncomfortable was all the baby gushing. I felt so out of place. As far as I know the only other person in my family who doesn't like kids is my cousin Raúl, and he actually has one! Emphasis on one, as he pointed out once. Most people know by now that I don't like kids and have thankfully quit shoving them in my face, but I still felt so alone. I don't want to have kids for various reasons, emotional and rational (though my not liking them is enough). The planet has gone beyond its carrying capacity, for one thing. But you can't even mention that to most people with kids, because they'll just think you're weird and keep saying, "You'll change your mind" as if I didn't have strong feelings on the subject and were simply a slave to some biological urge that I don't even feel. I don't tell you not to have kids (although if you already have two and are talking about a third, like one of my cousins was doing today, I will get nervous. Actually, these days, two is already too much. Reminder; ailing planet). I get why for some people it's the most wonderful thing in the world the same way that I get why some people like pink. That doesn't mean that I ever will.
I had more that I wanted to say, but now I can't remember what. I wrote 2,400 words yesterday. I'm finally going to start working on the fourth chapter of Resistance is Futile today now that my friends have returned to Puerto Rico (sorry I'm so late on that). My Dad gets here tonight. It's hot and my mood is set on sad due to both hormones and real life, but I'm finally writing again, and that cheers me up. I don't feel like I'm fulfilling my purpose if I'm not writing (I've been meaning to write a meta on that for ages). Huh, it seems that I did think of stuff to say.
Random thought: Why does a piece of the Dark Knight score keep reminding me of 28 Days Later?
I had more that I wanted to say, but now I can't remember what. I wrote 2,400 words yesterday. I'm finally going to start working on the fourth chapter of Resistance is Futile today now that my friends have returned to Puerto Rico (sorry I'm so late on that). My Dad gets here tonight. It's hot and my mood is set on sad due to both hormones and real life, but I'm finally writing again, and that cheers me up. I don't feel like I'm fulfilling my purpose if I'm not writing (I've been meaning to write a meta on that for ages). Huh, it seems that I did think of stuff to say.
Random thought: Why does a piece of the Dark Knight score keep reminding me of 28 Days Later?
