There is also the fact that I hate kids in general.
I mean I genuinely despise them.
Course, my sister's only getting older. Married next month she is. Frankly I see myself becoming an uncle within two years. Probably less.
I don't look forward to visits from Lil' Jimmy at all.
It's bad enough that my mum's partner's daughter is now actually pregnant. Few months time and I suspect we'll have frequent visits that include a screaming brat.
I prefer my dog. Fudge is cuddly.
EDIT: To delete this post in its entirety would be cowardly, and I'm not going to do that.
But I will tell you why I feel like this. My experience with individuals of sub-adult age, throughout my entire life, has been atrocious. Even today as I walk down to the shop I get sly remarks from schoolkids mocking me for my gait.
I often read the line "kids are cruel", and frankly, I agree with it heavily.
Am I sorry for what I said? Well to be honest, no, I'm not. My childhood was trash and that was largely because of the treatment I was given by my fellow children. My adult life is not much better.
It's twisted my views and now I just paint people with the same wide brush. Is this wrong? Chances are, yes it is.
But I don't know how else to think. My problem is that I'm fuelled by hate. A lot of it. It's very difficult to let go of. This crap started when I was four years old, and basically never stopped since. That's over two decades ago.
So yeah. I'm selfish, I get angry with a lot of people because they slightly resemble some of my past demons, and in general, I'm just not a very nice guy. But frankly, I can't apologise for what I've become. All people had to do, to prevent me from becoming what I am now, was to leave me the heck alone. I was quite happy to have no friends, if it meant I didn't get bullied either. Self-preservation and all that.