Friday, April 05, 2013

Knocked up

Getting knocked up seems like an easy way out...

BOOM! This is your, deal!

Surprise! Little child to live for and worship. No more deciding what to do with yourself, you take care of the kid the best you know how.

Best case scenario, you get a guy who grows up and commits to both of you and you live out the rest of your life in this cute haphazardly becoming family.

Some positive hiccup of the cosmos that creates a beautiful life (you know any babies I have will be beautiful) whilst drawing out plans for the next 18 years of my life.

I don't know why I find this option of not having to make decisions about what to do next appealing. (Of course I know you still have to plan for things with a kid!!!) i think the allure is that it'd all be for someone else by then.

Duh! Take care of the kid!
Duh! Don't buy that, feed it!
Duh! Don't run around, stay here!

Don't worry, I'm not going to go getting myself knocked up.
I don't want to be attached to much more than my food and family at the moment.
Much less, a crying infant who needs me and a man who sends checks of 20$ to cover the child support. Some dip shit who can't keep a job, most likely...

I guess I'll have to keep making plans. Keep deciding what I, alone, want for my life. Keep thinking only of me, my friends, and family when I make these life choices... Like what dress looks best and where I want to travel next and what schooling I want to devour.

Enjoy the freedom while it lasts, my dear!
Not many ladies have experienced this life.