I always end up being the one people go to to look after their children. I don’t even like kids!!! Yet I’m saddled with looking after everyone’s screaming brats because I’m a “woman” (stuck in a very conservative religion) and thus a “future mother” and the oldest one who hasn’t been able to fuck off to the city! Everyone assumes I should love kids because I don’t have a dick, and act like I told them I have cancer when I tell them I don’t want to watch their ooh so adorable germ factories while they hang out with the “adults”. I didn’t choose to have kids, THEY did!! And not only am I a babysitting facility but also the one who everyone says would make a lovely mother. News fucking flash! I decided not to have kids when I was in first grade, that hasn’t changed in the decade and a half since! And I DON’T WANT TO HOLD YOUR UGLY POTATO OF A BABY!!! No, cousin Jenny, I don’t care that you already have kids, and that it’s the best thing to ever happen to you. That’s not what you were saying last year when you were getting 2 hours of sleep a night. I don’t care that it’s make you more selfless. If this is you when you’re LESS selfish, I’m glad I didn’t spend time with you before. And I have other plans for my life that don’t involve raising the human equivalent of scrappy doo. So thanks, but no fucking thanks.