Geez, Andy. Leaving other people to pick up your slack.
Kids are, at best, a chore. They can't do anything for themselves. You have to feed them, carry them, clean them, entertain them, think for them, quiet them down, clothe them, keep them from hurting themselves, and generally give up your life to take care of them. If you're okay with that, then I suppose that's good for you.
At their worst they are demons with all the destructive powers of wild animals and all the protections of endangered species. You can't punish them or make them understand what they're doing so they keep on doing awful things like getting their nose fluids on your things, breaking your things, waking you up in the middle of the night, embarrassing you in public, and ugh I'm just annoyed thinking about all the things kids can do.
I've heard from a friend who has kids that there's this little switch in your head that someday might flick and you'll be all "I WANT BABIES!" Some people who never really felt they wanted kids, or never thought about it, are sudden overcome with the desire and in that sense I have to wonder if wanting kids is some kind of mental illness. If that's that case, I feel a little sad for people and a little worried I'll fall victim to this strange quirk of nature. I don't want to lose my sense of self, my independence, and my ability to speak without making baby noises in a funny voice.
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Nah, actually some kids are okay in small doses if they're smart and all that. Still wouldn't want any of my own though since there's no guarantee they're turn out okay.