People who have babies. Parents, I s'pose.
I will be the first one to accuse myself of being a miserable munter/minging poo-faced git.
I think that humans in general are pretty awful (I like individuals, though- inconsistent me) and that there are too many of them.

So whenever I see someone with a wee ickle bubba I assume that

a)they think their genetic material is well worth propagating
b)the impact said extra mouth will have on the world is a sore price everybody and everything else will have to pay, but they don't care
c)they have unthinkingly imposed a lifetime of horror (ie. human existence) on some poor bugger who didn't get to fill out an application form, for entirely selfish reasons

and it goes on.

I know most people here probably have a rug-rat or two- even the Ginger Führer. I don't hate you personally, but I cannot for the life of me fathom what you have done, or why. We will never have anything in common, when you come into the shop I will not do special things for you because you think you are special, and I will not talk to you much at the pub. If you are my friend I will likely just fade out of your life when you decide to spawn, leaving you confused and somewhat hurt.

Yes, I know I was a baby once. I suffered this under duress. It wasn't my idea and I didn't like it much.

Yes, the race must continue (apparently) and maybe I should just go out and kill myself, as is so often suggested. Suicide is socially awkward, though, and some (admittedly odd) people who are fond of me would be really upset, so I don't think I'll bother. In the meantime, rejoice in the fact that your kids will have fun in the space that I eventually leave behind. Weirdos.
(lonelybadger, Wed 7 Apr 2010, 21:53, 1 reply)

If there weren't any children
there wouldn't be anyone for you to spew your bile all over in your old age now, would there? I'm sure you'd be even more unhappy without an audience.

You should be grateful.
( argyleblanket The man on the roof works for me, Wed 7 Apr 2010, 23:03, closed)