"Kinda sad" you are so ****ing self-centered it's staggering and you seem to think you're a good person

Do you get how condescending it is to call someone else's life "sad"?

No you don't because you're understanding of the world is as stunted as your taste in music

This is ****ing stupid. You're all ****ing stupid.

I'm not Chula I'd raise a ****ed up human being. It's more important that I don't have kids. My decision to not have kids is only mostly selfish. But it's my choice. So get off your pedestals and respect each other's decisions.

By the way, the whole "I hate kids I refuse to have kids I value animals over people" position is completely cliche and boring in it's self.

Edit: If you really want to push the boundaries have a bunch of kids and give them all up for adoption.

What part of "MY POINT OF VIEW" do you not get?

And ya, I'm a good person. You calling me self centered is absolutely ridiculous based on my pretty long time history here.

Go to bed and sleep it off.

You not only need meds but you need professional therapy. Or at least, sustained sobriety from alcohol and drugs.

Go to bed.

We all need to come to terms that every human is self centered. Everything you do has always been because it provides you with satisfaction. One way are another. We all know somebody that we'd jump through hoops to see them smile, because that smile makes us smile and that in it's self is selfish. Forcing somebody else to be happy to fulfill my own happiness. Sounds kinda sociopathic when I say it like that.

Edit: I guess if making people happy makes you happy that'd make you a good person. And pissing on somebody's cat then throwing it through a wood chipper pointing at their child's bed as they sleep in it makes you a very very bad person. I think we can all agree on that, right?

If it weren't your point of view you wouldn't be a self righteous ****.

**** no wonder frown goes at you so hard.

Get a ****ing job.

Jesus.

Look up humanity. Self centeredness and self righteous has zero to do with it.

I need a time out from this ****ing place.... Jesus Christ. Look up the word jaded and you'll find the Music Banter logo.

**** this forum.

He'll be back. He always comes back.

Nobody but me depends on me. You aren't doing your family any good posting their pictures and saying all this personal ****. Seriously, do you want your family to see how much ****ing time you waste here?

Who gives a **** if I need therapy or to stop doing drugs? I don't have people who depend on me. I'm only bringing down myself.

Why don't y'all just resurrect an old child-free vs having children thread? Every forum seems to have one.

I know I replied to this already but I for one sort of look forward to death. Obviously I may change my mind about that if a tornado were to rip through my house right now, but.. It would be freeing, at least, wouldn't it? I'd rather not have a body anymore. I don't particularly want my memories or wonky brain chemistry or my sad little atrophied remnants of past identities that stick to me and bubble up periodically to sabotage me in odd, stupid ways-- I feel no emotional attachment to any of it. I want to toss it into a garbage fire.

I do think that losing some of our self-centeredness and getting out of our little insular worlds (in which we're more likely to have either an overly-romanticized or overly grim view of death, and only think of it in terms of how it affects us personally) more often would aid us in understanding death-- on rare occasions, when I'm in certain states (no, not drug-induced) and my mortality suddenly hits me to the extent where I momentarily forget who I am or what I am and then the constantly-narrating observer-me (which everyone has, as it's basically the filter through which we see the world) just vanishes which immediately expands my awareness in a way that seems to somehow go beyond my body, obliterating whatever remains of my 'self' in the process and it always feels equally terrifying and liberating as there's no longer a tangible separation between "me" or here or there or the void itself and I imagine that's what death might feel like in the final moments.

As for animals, their deaths affect me just as much as human death would when it's a pet I'm closely bonded with. I'm still not over the deaths of the two dogs I had as a kid (Jack, a wolfdog/german retriever mix and a golden retriever/chow named Sugar) or my cats Henry and Charlie who I didn't see die but, they may very well be dead. Sugar died of old age when I was 12-- I had her since I was 6 years old. Jack got hit by a car on my 13th birthday, and Charlie disappeared (he was a very sweet neighborhood tomcat who followed me everywhere) and Henry--who I was extremely attached to and vice versa-- was abruptly given away by my mother without my knowledge 7 years ago. All of this is why I regularly stalk the adoption listings on Petfinder.com and stare at all the pictures longingly.