Never say nothing will ever convince you (I don’t want any child either by the way), let my try:
Imagine the following hypothetical, in a few decades, medical science solves ageing, fast forward a few hundred years in the future, you still have no child, you meet an amazing person about as old as you, also never had any child, you fall madly in love with each other, you live a few amazing decades together, and they start to say they’d like to try the experience of raising a child, It will only takes two or three decades before they are independent, a very small time relative to the infinite life ahead of you. Do you think you would say no with 100% confidence?
I don’t want any child and I don’t think I will ever want one, but I know my opinion might change one day for reasons beyond my current understanding.
Plot twist: it’s their (child’s) 260th birthday and they still won’t move out of the fucking house
Luckily I don’t have to be concerned about this hypothetical situation, as I have The Gay™️. I’ll be sipping on my margarita, amused while the family that wanted to ‘try having a child’ is in tears as their 260 year old child throws their hotel mattress from the 6th floor balcony.
Never say nothing will ever convince you (I don’t want any child either by the way), let my try:
Imagine the following hypothetical, in a few decades, medical science solves ageing, fast forward a few hundred years in the future, you still have no child, you meet an amazing person about as old as you, also never had any child, you fall madly in love with each other, you live a few amazing decades together, and they start to say they’d like to try the experience of raising a child, It will only takes two or three decades before they are independent, a very small time relative to the infinite life ahead of you. Do you think you would say no with 100% confidence?
I don’t want any child and I don’t think I will ever want one, but I know my opinion might change one day for reasons beyond my current understanding.
Plot twist: it’s their (child’s) 260th birthday and they still won’t move out of the fucking house
Luckily I don’t have to be concerned about this hypothetical situation, as I have The Gay™️. I’ll be sipping on my margarita, amused while the family that wanted to ‘try having a child’ is in tears as their 260 year old child throws their hotel mattress from the 6th floor balcony.
sip
Being gay doesn’t mean you can’t raise a child with your partner.
Nope
Also, I have stupid brain issues and there’s no fucking way I’m living that long. I’d rather shoot myself.
I’m sad to read your suffering. I hope we find a cure before.