Will I Ever?

05-30-2010 Sunday

So can anyone give me an honest answer to this: Am I the only one who hates kids? And, does that make me a bad person?

I don't know why but most people like kids, like they totally adore those bratty tykes as if they're the cutest shit ever. What's up with that? I mean, puppies and kittens are cute, aren't they? The best thing about such creatures is that they grew up to be oyal to you, but kids? Nah, they either grew up to be rebels or they could grow up nice but eventually they'll leave you to live on their own. It's the usual life cycle isn't it?

I have to let it all out in this blog because I doubt that anyone would understand me ranting about hating kids. Sure I know I will be judged by the people reading this but this is merely writings, and the readers can hate me in their minds rather than being told that to my face. Oh God bless the heart of the person who created online blogs.

I'm irritated with kids, the noisy, spoiled ones. Alex, on the other hand, is fond with them. I have to bare with him while he plays with that snotty kid from upstairs and it could've been a good day all in all if it wasn't for that brat. My mood is now ruined and I'm being bitchy with Alex. The more I see him happy with that kid, the more irritated I get. I don't know why but I hate it when there's someone else, not related to us in any way, getting his attention. Yeah, you should know by now how selfish I really am.

My friends say that I'm only saying that because I don't have a child yet of my own but it will change soon. I'm hoping it will but there's little doubt inside me that wouldn't go away.

I'm still in a pretty bad mood when Alex walked into the room after he has taken a bath. He noticed that I'm not paying attention to what he's saying and that my mouth is still curved upside down.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes at him.

"C'mere." he ordered as he sat on the bed.

I continued to scowl at him.

He smiled sheepishly, walked towards me and hugged me, "You're jealous of the kid?" he has this smile on his face that makes me less mad.

I didn't say anything.

He laughed at me. I hated him for laughing at me. Or maybe I hated myself for overreacting. What good would it do? I'll never like kids. Never liked 'em before, never will.

Labels: alex, ANGER, HATE, kids, pink crimson

posted by Monica-Lynne @ 11:32 PM