Okay,
There's a thing or two in the world that annoys me. First, I'd like everyone to know that I don't appreciate people who talk, talk, talk and talk and finally won't actually DO something. One friend of mine - well, actually J's - has been talking that he used to play airsoft and he'd come anytime. Today J asked him to join us tomorrow and he made up the worst excuses ever! I hate excuses. Why can't people just say "No, I'm not coming 'cause I feel more like sitting down here at home and watch porn." At least that would be honest. When I was absent from my classes and the teacher asked why I wasn't there I said "I was playing Sims 2 all night and didn't feel like coming."
Adrian, don't read this following text (bollocks, I know you'd be reading it anyway - but remember - this is not about you and your lovely wife - though you have children):
I feel truly sorry for the people who have children. Their excuses are the worst. "The kids blaa, blaa, blaa." And then they whine about never having time for theirselves. Well, go get kids, that should give you some more freetime.
There are three things that make me furious: 1. Couples with children never can think further than their own front door. Or the diapers. I have friends who are all "you should get kids too - it's wonderful" and while saying that they sit at home thinking that "I'm a good parent when I spend all the time with my kids" and gaining weight (I have a reason - they don't), not taking care of themselves, whining about money, how they haven't had sex in three months etc. 2. Women who think they are the center of the world after having a baby. They are playing martyrs like "I'm so-ho-o-o-o alone with the kids - I can't even go out when I'm stuck here in the suburbs." Well fuck you, you made the choice! 3. Couples who meet couples. Why should I be friends with J's friends' girlfriend when we have nothing in common! Geez! I don't feel like going for a drink with them 'cause they simply don't interest me. I have never made excuses with them, I've said "I don't feel like going."
Oh, and also, I hate the people who say: "Well, you don't have kids - how can you know." I've seen it enough. People (usually the ones who cannot afford it - like my sister) have children and then endlessly whine about not having the money. They choose. Kids are nice, but I've seen it tens of times: the woman is at home spending the money our lovely society gives them for free by sending messages to the stupid television chat show and then crying that they don't have the money to pay the phone bill!
And the ones who whine about never getting the chance to go to the club and dance the night away...? There are at least 3 registrated nanny agencies in this country - agencies that let people hire a nanny for like six hours with a reasonable prize! If they can afford a night partying they can afford a nanny. Geez.
Oh, and what about the women who spend most of their time nagging to their husbands (or bf's) on some stupid matters just because they are too lazy to move out of the house and meet other people by themselves. Those women used to be independent but when they have children THEY turn into little girls again.
And those mother+kid/mother+kid - stuff? Why can't people just be friends after having a baby: the couple with children are more interested in talking about their kids and how one of them made it's first non-yellow poop the day before yesterday... Is it really that after having children people turn inside and find nothing interesting anymore? Young mothers always want friends who are with children. Why? Because their world is so small they think they can make friends with people whom with they discuss their weird menstruation?! ARRRGGHH!
What about the mothers who insist their men being home and miserable too? My sister - again- is a good example: she kept whining all the time - she needed money for new top coat for the kids, a larger car, second car, a dog, another baby carrier.. her husband said byebye and moved in with a woman with no children.
I went out for coffee with a friend of mine (the one with children AND a life) and bumped into this woman she knows. Well, this woman started whining: "I've had Emma 3 months ago and my body still hasn't recovered". It's fucking normal, idiot! You've pushed a fuckin' water melon out of yourself!
Conclusion: women with children are mad cows. End of story.
Yes, every day that goes by I thank gods for having enough brain for not having any children. With this attitude I'd be the worst mum ever.