After rich kids in Orange County and the internet, MTV started to take a dive. Not all good things last can last though, right? Soon enough we were introduced to a show about pregnant teenagers. All of them different, but at the end we saw they were basically all stuck in a variety of messes. While some were responsible, there were more than enough that showcased why you should wait until you’re older and more mature to have kids.
The only pregnancy I’ve ever really seen the ins and outs of was my own mother’s when she was carrying my brother. One of the most memorable moments was a day when she made me skip school to go to doctors appointment with her, and they had to stick a giant Q-tip in her…well, you can guess where it had to go. Five-years-old, I rolled around on the floor laughing. 29-years-old, I sit here squeamish.
There are those who don’t want kids flat out and we talked about that variety pack last week. Now we’re moving on to those who actually go through with bringing a new life into this world. Of course there’s always adoption and if there were more time on a calendar, we’d open that up because that’s personally what I’d always wanted to do if given the means – but alas we’re going to talk about the more natural way of having kids. Which of course means getting knocked up and going through the whole pregnancy thing.
My biggest problem with people who seem to flat out hate kids is that they act like they were never young at all in their entire life. Like oh, you came out your mom with a 401k and a mature attitude towards life? Okay, I don’t think so because I know some pretty immature adults out there who have a disdain towards children. So I can’t imagine they were that grown all their lives. That’s not to say that some people can be telling the truth when they present that factoid about themselves, but I’d be willing to call bullshit on at least 99.9% of them because kids are supposed to be horrible. It’s in their DNA. We’re supposed to be some level of a monstrosity growing up because we lack the common sense not to be. Hell, even though I was a pretty quiet kid who favored playing alone to being a part of a large, loud group – I would never say I wasn’t a brat. I threw my fair share of fits back in the day…throughout college and even some today. So I could never say I hate kids because they’re a nuisance because I was once one myself and have not forgotten that.