current mood: tired
current song: Interpol-PDA
First of all, I have to say--welcome to the world, Annabelle Rose.
Every time a baby is born into my family, the chorus begins. "Carrie, when are you going to give me/your mom/your dad a grandkid?"
It does not matter how many times I tell them that I do not want children. When I was eighteen, the answer always came back, usually accompanied by a knowing nod, "One day, you'll change your mind."
Well, I'm twenty-seven now. I don't get the "one day you'll change your mind" thing so much. Instead, now I get, "But your friend/ex/cousin has X amount of children now."
Good for them! I'm not anti-kids. They're just not for me. Sometimes I forget to do little things like get dressed or eat or vacuum. If my cats could talk, they'd tell you that sometimes they get their dinner an hour or two late. Usually, I sleep during the day, and the concept of time means nothing to me. Weeks can go by without me realizing it.
And I like living this way. I do not want little urchins running around my feet, making me change my habits and taking my attention from the things I want to pay attention to.
My family says this is selfish. I say the selfish thing would be to have children when I know I'm not parent material!
I don't believe the only meaningful life is getting married and/or reproducing. That has never interested me, and I doubt it ever will.