2004-09-20 - 2:00 p.m.
I've been reading the diaries at Diaryland for a while and when someone's entry struck me either as pretty damn good, or insanely stupid, I usually commented on it using the handy dandy comments button thingy at the end of everyone's entry. Cool. Nifty. I’d imagined their little dairyland hearts skipping a beat…“Oooooh, a comment from Andy!”
From reading other people's diaries, it seemed getting responses from others was a coveted thing. A desirable thing. To my bemusement, I've been learning the hard way. Most people here don't like it when you leave a comment along the lines of "Wow. You're such a moron". Go figure.
I guess I can understand that. Sometimes I come off as a real prick and I honestly don't intend to. Really. Many times I type before I think. If that holds true. This diary should prove to be quite interesting. Or not…
Many times people respond by telling me that this is THIER diary and to get the hell out and maybe I should start my own diary.
Meh.
Okay-dokey. Here we go....
I'm a 40 something professional guy living in the Northeast. (MA to be somewhat exact). I'm married. I have no kids. Never wanted to have children and neither did my wife.
I always look at people who have kids with a certain curious amazement. I don't get it. I really don’t. I’ve never saw a parent with their children in tow and said “Wow! I gotta get me some of those! I've never had the desire to procreate. I’ve never had this deep down urge to go off and make more of me. I’m selfish like that. Or, perhaps it was a fear stemming from when I was a child my parents often invoked a chilling curse; "Someday you'll have kids and they'll be just like you!" I guess I always thought the curse would come true. *shudder*
Yup. I'm a DINK (double income no kids for the short bus folks). A lot of my friends who I grew up with have kids and look at my wife and I and think "Wow. They must be loaded! 2 jobs, no kids! Plenty of free time! Fast Cars, Big vacations. A house full of stuff! They think we constantly are having wild sex, going out to fancy restaurants, traveling the world…housekeepers,…crazy parties every night and basically coming and going as we please! Ah-ha ha ha ha!
Well, that's simply not true. Get real folks. This is the real world and I hate to burst your bubble, but the honest truth is, we don’t have crazy parties every night. Only on Mondays, Thursdays and Fridays and sometimes Saturdays, and maybe on Sunday. Ok? Other than that, Yup, it’s all true.
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