It's inconcievable // 08.18.01
Ok... not that I really want to admit this, but a thought crossed my mind yesterday that makes me shiver with antici...pation. No, I cringe at this thought. Maybe I DO want to have kids when I "grow up". UGH! I can't believe I just SAID THAT! If you know me, you know I hate children. They're loud, they're messy, they're disruptive, and I just don't like 'em. I didn't even like kids when I was a kid. I've always been more interested in hanging around the grownups. But I've sworn up and down, left and right, backward, forward and every which way that there is NO chance in HELL that a child will spring forth from my loins EVER. But yesterday, something, some ungodly event made me wonder if that would make me happy. Who would I pass on my attitude to? Most of all, my musical love and knowledge would die out. There's no one to impart this wisdom to. Sure my sister will have kids and Charlotte is planning on having a whole litter. I'm sure I'd make a fabulous aunt because I don't have to see them all the time. I can watch their kids, and the beauty part is that I can always send them home. So for one brief, godless moment, I considered becoming a mother. Not by anyone specific (unless Ben Affleck is out of rehab already) at not at any certain time (is 7 tomorrow good for you, Ben?) but just in general. What is this world coming to?
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