tomfooleryprime:

Tell someone, “I don’t think I’m cut out to be a trauma surgeon” and most people wouldn’t accuse you of being bad or selfish. Maybe you don’t like high pressure situations or holding someone’s life in your hands. Hell, maybe the sight of blood makes you queasy.

Don’t want to be a professional sports coach? Maybe you’re not good at exerting authority or motivating people. Couldn’t handle being a accountant? Maybe you’re bad at math or would lose your mind riding a desk all day. Think you’d hate free-climbing because you’re terrified of heights? You’re probably right.

For every profession, hobby, or pursuit you could name, there are a lot of people who lack the personalities to enjoy it. And that’s ok. And wouldn’t it be silly to try to convince someone to devote a large portion of their life to something that would clearly make them miserable?

Yet if someone says, “I don’t think I want to be a parent,” there are many out there who insist the speaker must be mistaken or will certainly change their mind. Either that or they’re some kind of defective, selfish deviant.

And the greatest irony is, whenever those people bend to societal pressure and do have kids, even when they never really wanted them, the result is often a resentful, miserable parent and at least one innocent child, a child who never agreed to participate in the experiment titled, “You’ll love kids when they’re you’re own! Just try it!“