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When you think about it, Im not particularly muscular, there's richer out there, there's better looking, there's more religious. Given enough people there will always be someone out there who is better off or in a way better able to handle life. This makes me think, that given that competition, why am i even bothering? It seems like on any given moment, the woman could eventually get bored of me anyways, and than I'm back at square one. And how can I guarantee fidelity or anything like that in this day and age? Whilst I've always tried to hold an optimistic view, my mom may be right on this one

When you think about it, Im not particularly muscular, there's richer out there, there's better looking, there's more religious. Given enough people there will always be someone out there who is better off or in a way better able to handle life. This makes me think, that given that competition, why am i even bothering? It seems like on any given moment, the woman could eventually get bored of me anyways, and than I'm back at square one. And how can I guarantee fidelity or anything like that in this day and age? Whilst I've always tried to hold an optimistic view, my mom may be right on this one

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[–] [deleted] • 2 pts (edited )

Life is inherently full of risk. You can try to understand the risks and take on the amount you're comfortable with, but you can never eliminate it. Can you honestly imagine your older self looking back on his life and thinking, "I sure am glad I never had kids!" Why is your own mother trying to talk you out of it? That's nuts.

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Can you honestly imagine your older self looking back on his life and thinking, "I sure am glad I never had kids!"

Yes, yes I can. I'm over sixty, and very damn glad I never had any screeching self-centered ferals to turn my hair white prematurely, drain my resources, steal my peace and quiet, and otherwise plague my life for at least eighteen years! I'm also glad I never had a wifey to bitch and manipulate, parasitize my wallet, con me into marriage, squat out an anchor baby, take me to divorce-rape court, harvest at least half my assets, lock me into the indentured servitude of alimony, entrapt me into eighteen+ years of child support, and leave me either in a roach motel or sleeping in a cardboard box. Does it boggle the mind that some do not covet your lifestyle? Believe it or not there really are bitches that do not want a kid, just as there are guys that don't don't want a wifey or kiddies. They're called bachelors, and I'd bet most of us have zero regrets.

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Yep. Nothing but a pain in my ass at this point. Disrespectful emotionally driven female adult "children".