The Ballad of Love and Hate
The Stanley Kubrick of bloggers. Photography, tattooed girls, and nerd culture is my thing. @RolandSlinger on twitter. rolandslinger@me.com
The Stanley Kubrick of bloggers. Photography, tattooed girls, and nerd culture is my thing. @RolandSlinger on twitter. rolandslinger@me.com
I’m 32 years old, and I don’t have children.
I’m coming to the point where I need to make a decision if I’m going to have any at all.
I like seeing people with their kids. My closest friends have really young children and it sometimes fun to see their kids grow and learn new things in life that we as adults often take for granted. And going to Stephanie’s last weekend, I had a chance to meet her daughter briefly, but as her daughter is older they already had a flow. A melding of personalities that were already established and they enjoyed each other.
But its the little things that scare me about having kids. Like not knowing what the fuck is wrong with them when they can’t communicate and they are freaking the fuck out.
Then there’s the big concerns. Right now I’m comfortable. I live a very comfortable lifestyle. Unlike everyone I know with children, I can do anything I want at anytime. Drop a couple hundred and go to Chicago or San Francisco or Florida just because I can. I can go out with friends with my only concern being getting home safely. So what if I have kids and I regret it? Does that happen?
I’m glad I can look at this with sober eyes compared to when I was young and more spontaneous. I’m also very thankful for young and spontaneous Jacob being safe.
I can ask Stephanie at any given time if she wants to have kids and depending on her mood the answer varies. And she’s young and still has time so she doesn’t need pushing from me.
But that crossroad is just in front of me. I can see it.