It’s True, I Really Don’t Want Kids

The other day, my neighbor was asking me about my travels and asked if I could see myself living in any of the places I had recently ventured to. I said, “Yes! I could totally see myself living in a new city or, even, country one day.”

He asked why I’d want to go to a place where I don’t know anyone to which I responded, “I’ll make friends.” Then he said, “Well what about when you get married and have kids – you’ll want your family around to help you.”

To which I said: “I don’t want kids.”

And he said: “Yes you do. You’ll see.”

[Oh, really? I’m glad you think you know me better than I know myself.]

When I tell you I don’t want kids, I have really specific reasons for not wanting kids. I’m 24 years old. I KNOW I don’t want kids in my future.

When I tell you I don’t want kids, why don’t you ask me WHY instead of TELLING me I’ll change my mind.

You tell me I’ll change my mind like it’s something that needs to be changed.

When I tell you I don’t want kids, I expect you to respect this decision and not dismiss me like some childish youth who can only think about herself.

AND my response to all those who say I’ll change my mind when I hold a baby for the first time…have you ever held a puppy?