Little kids are not the cutest things in the universe. They are gross little creatures that drip from every orifice. It’s true. Clingy beasts that you can never take your eyes off, or they’ll go do something you’ll regret. Sapping every single moment of attention and energy. Horrible little buggers.

I’m utilizing hyperbole, but kids are very demanding, especially when they can’t fully talk. How do people get anything done when they are around? Maybe when I’m older, I’ll change my opinion, but as of now, I’m never going to have kids.

The true reason people want kids is to propagate their genes. It’s what humans are programmed to do. People want a little piece of immortality — a part of them living on. Society seems to have brainwashed us that family is the greatest thing and that should be one’s goal in life. Movies, songs, and other media all do this. This is an intro to a bunch of topic that I can discuss (with myself)… the messages movies try to convey, the messages songs try to convey, “immortality,” and the reason why people encourage others to propagate different genes. Let’s see how much on-topic I can stay as the week progresses.