July 21, 2006

Children are a Burden

Filed under: 100 Days of Summer,Youth Rights — Katrina @ 10:51 pm

Saw this bumper sticker on my way home from work today. “If Abortion Is Wrong, Why Are There Still Orphanages?” Before I go any further, this entry is not about abortion itself or anything like that. That’s just what I saw that got me thinking.

About what, you ask? You can gather from the message on the sticker that if children have to live in a situation that isn’t ideal, such as in an orphanage or in poverty or what, then they shouldn’t even have been born at all. Why? Because they don’t have parents to take care of them. They have the state or whoever works at the orphanage or whatever foster family winds up with them.

The sad truth is, nobody really likes children, for all kinds of reasons. Sure, people may say they like kids, and even then you find quickly their reasons are because they see them as more of a novelty than a young person, but other than that, they couldn’t care less. You know why? Children mean work. Children cry and want things. Children have to go to school, which is paid for by a lot of tax dollars.

If you find out someone is pregnant, do you ever congratulate her? I mean, that’s what I’d do. It happens. But so often, it’s not so much “Oh, congratulations! That’s so great!” as it can be “Oh, no! You’re pregnant? Your life is ruined now. You’ve got a long, hard haul ahead of you for the next 18 years. It’ll change your life.”

Children aren’t the joy they really should be. They cost money to care for, since they can’t take care of themselves. They require a lot of attention, leading to always finding someone to be with them at all times. It looks bad on society if they aren’t living in a perfect little nuclear family.

Not to mention having to make the world so child-friendly. Adults have to censor themselves when children are around, and they don’t like it. Children are too energetic for the grown-ups. Grown-ups just want to sit and watch reality shows all evening, only to get annoyed when the children want to play with them. Grown-ups get irritated and tell the kids to go away, and the next day at work they tell their childless coworkers that being a parent is hard, thankless work.

Children are a burden on society. They have to be watched all the time. They have to be protected. They have to be controlled and live their lives just right or they’ll have problems. Their parents gave up their personal lives for them and are miserable over it. They say they love their kids, but really they resent their children for being the reason they aren’t as young as they used to. Time just skips along unnoticed and unsuspected.

Children are really troublesome because they get into trouble. Adults don’t want to be bothered with monitoring them all the time, but they grudgingly have to do it anyway. Otherwise, who knows what those brats will get into? It follows suit. Get pregnant and get annoyed at all the pregnancy stuff and painful labor. Get annoyed having a baby screaming her lungs out at three in the morning. Having to change diapers. Having to find a sitter. Having to shove her out of the way when you want to spend time with her father or your friends or alone, because if she’s so much as around, you are miserable because you’re robbed of your adult time. Soon she’s two and running around, and you’re annoyed you can’t control her. That’s what they say. Children need to be controlled. They are a burden.

They don’t do their homework. They watch too much TV. They play too many games. They stay up too late. They wake up too late. They don’t eat right. They want toys. They aren’t being subordinate enough. Your five-year-olds are running around screaming like little five-year-olds. Now what the hell is up with that?

Basically, if a child is alive, you can rest assured there are at least half a dozen people who have to deal with him but wish they could be doing anything else. Such as pretending no one under the age of 30 exists. No adult wants to be stuck dealing with some dumb little bratty kid, after all.

Children are not productive. They are a waste of time, money, and energy. Just ask any adult. They’ll tell you. They are useless drains on, well, everything.

Face it. When it comes down to it, this is how the vast majority of adults truly feel about children. About their own flesh and blood. About the next generation. Children are bad.

And all this, my friends, is really fucking pathetic. I suppose adults are only adult where it suits them.

This has been Day 59 of the 100 Days of Summer, Round 6.

11 Comments

  1. Enter loving parent.
    I mean, the parent would usually want to love their kid, right? All this new-age crap is ridiculous. There’s no love in the world anymore.
    I suppose one day we’ll see this in the future. That kids are just there to carry on whatever. No love. Just cold, loose, family bonds.

    Comment by Harry_Callahan — July 22, 2006 @ 7:59 pm

  2. Well, don’t go falling into this idea that there was any more love decades ago. There’s significantly more now. It’s just tainted with resentment for this love wrestling people out of their hedonistic lifestyles. Which, I admit, is a bit more modern.

    Comment by Katrina — July 22, 2006 @ 8:15 pm

  3. Hey, I love kids, damnit! Where other adults are annoyed by kids, I enjoy them. When other adults think they’re being bratty or obnoxious, I think they’re cute and funny.

    There ARE people who love kids! :doitnow:

    Comment by Galen — July 22, 2006 @ 8:28 pm

  4. And that’s why you rule! 😀

    Comment by Katrina — July 22, 2006 @ 8:46 pm

  5. I like young people, and obviously they deserve rights. However, I never want to have kids of my own. Even though kids are cool, I’m not down with anything that takes up a lot of time and could cost hundreds of thousands of dollars.

    Kids are not bad, but being a father would be terrible.

    Comment by Scott — July 23, 2006 @ 12:44 am

  6. My point exactly. 🙁

    Comment by Katrina — July 23, 2006 @ 1:24 am

  7. But, Scott (and everyone else who thinks having kids isn’t profitable), if you don’t have kids, who’s going to pay for your nursing home? Who’s going to send you cards when you’re old and dying in a hospital somewhere? Where are you going to get birthday presents, when the last generation is dead? Who’s going to put up with all your various weirdnesses when you’re older and you can no longer count on your good looks to see you through your social interactions? Even in the short term, who’s going to mow your lawn and take out your trash and do the dishes and the laundry until the day they turn eighteen and can escape? Who can you use as an excuse to take days off of work when they’re supposedly sick, or to get off the phone with someone irritating politely? And above all, who are you going to be able to blame all your grey hairs and your short fuse on, if not the kids driving you crazy?
    I wouldn’t mind having kids (though not for any of the reasons above, of course), as long as I don’t have to get pregnant or give birth to do so. I’ll get any kid of mine from the aforementioned orphanages. (And that bumper sticker makes less sense the more that I think about it…maybe “why are the foster care system and some individual orphanages so horribly underfunded that life sucks for anyone in them?” Doesn’t fit on a bumper sticker, but it’s the point the author was trying to make, I think, because if orphanages were wonderful places it wouldn’t make any sense at all.)

    Comment by Gwen — July 23, 2006 @ 5:52 pm

  8. Gwen :b:

    Comment by Katrina — July 23, 2006 @ 6:34 pm

  9. People I know congratulate!
    But seeing as I’ve got about 5 kids in my family, that don’t say much for society.

    Comment by Conor — July 25, 2006 @ 11:45 pm

  10. I like kids, but that’s my opinion.

    Comment by Amy — May 19, 2007 @ 10:32 pm

  11. Nice billboard. It raises an important problem in society…
    And uses it to justify something completely unrelated.

    If theft is wrong, why is there poverty?

    Comment by Junulo — February 10, 2008 @ 9:14 am

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