Monday, April 19, 2010
Nice and Bloody children, Freshly Squeezed from the Oven
I know I'm supposed to study for exams, but the my Mac is proving too much of a distraction at home, so I decided to go out to study. Alas, the venture faced with much hurdles so I ended back home in about 2 hours.
It looks like many people are getting married. Or, more aptly, many more are having children. I'm not sure why people have been asking Mister and I about children. I mean, we are not even married yet?? Babies are definitely not on our list right now. We are barely even spending enough time together for the past one year, with our respective crazy schedules coupled with wedding preparations and house renovation. Anyhow, I think not going overseas together as a couple has its merits. Somehow the delayed anticipation makes you look forward to marriage life more effectively.
Going back to the issue of children, I have never been a kid person. I had even been told that my voice is too booming and would thus scare children during a job interview. The last I saw, that company (which incidentally aims to churn out whiz kids for families with money to burn) was still looking to hire people for that position I applied for. All I can say is, good luck. Anyway I only like looking at kids in the same way as you would look at a soft toy: cute, perhaps huggable, but you wouldn't want to interact with it the same way you do your peers. Somehow, in my mind, I have this nagging suspicion that they are sub-humans; you can talk to them, but you need to go a bit below your intellectual and other capacities to do so. Sounds harsh? Yes, I admit it. I am heartless when it comes to children. So do not ask me about having children.
I saw a friend's profile on FB, which gave me a huge shock. This gal, while never good-looking by most standards, did have an okay share of suitors back in our undergrad days. Then, she and an older acquaintance of mine fell madly for each other and as they said, the rest is history. I found out that she recently gave birth to their 2nd boy and was thoroughly taken aback by her appearance. It was bad enough after her 1st boy. To put it simply, she now looks no different from the heartland aunties you see roaming about S'pore. Fat, swollen by the water retention and seemingly moving about in the auntie manner. And she is younger than me by a number of years! And her husband...let's just say that, although he had never been a hunk, he looks positively sad now.
Now I know that pregnancy causes water retention and that mothers sacrifice a lot etc, etc. But Mister and I simply find the entire parenting process, from its conception to erm...maturity?? frightening. The frightening standards of living, the horror of juggling career and motherhood. I really cannot conceive of this. This is not to say that I will not have a tod one day. I'm just saying that, I am not one of those who view marriage as needing to result in progeny. I'm perfectly happy having a dog or for Mister to have his dream rabbit to see us through the rest of our days. But that is a question for another day.
It looks like many people are getting married. Or, more aptly, many more are having children. I'm not sure why people have been asking Mister and I about children. I mean, we are not even married yet?? Babies are definitely not on our list right now. We are barely even spending enough time together for the past one year, with our respective crazy schedules coupled with wedding preparations and house renovation. Anyhow, I think not going overseas together as a couple has its merits. Somehow the delayed anticipation makes you look forward to marriage life more effectively.
Going back to the issue of children, I have never been a kid person. I had even been told that my voice is too booming and would thus scare children during a job interview. The last I saw, that company (which incidentally aims to churn out whiz kids for families with money to burn) was still looking to hire people for that position I applied for. All I can say is, good luck. Anyway I only like looking at kids in the same way as you would look at a soft toy: cute, perhaps huggable, but you wouldn't want to interact with it the same way you do your peers. Somehow, in my mind, I have this nagging suspicion that they are sub-humans; you can talk to them, but you need to go a bit below your intellectual and other capacities to do so. Sounds harsh? Yes, I admit it. I am heartless when it comes to children. So do not ask me about having children.
I saw a friend's profile on FB, which gave me a huge shock. This gal, while never good-looking by most standards, did have an okay share of suitors back in our undergrad days. Then, she and an older acquaintance of mine fell madly for each other and as they said, the rest is history. I found out that she recently gave birth to their 2nd boy and was thoroughly taken aback by her appearance. It was bad enough after her 1st boy. To put it simply, she now looks no different from the heartland aunties you see roaming about S'pore. Fat, swollen by the water retention and seemingly moving about in the auntie manner. And she is younger than me by a number of years! And her husband...let's just say that, although he had never been a hunk, he looks positively sad now.
Now I know that pregnancy causes water retention and that mothers sacrifice a lot etc, etc. But Mister and I simply find the entire parenting process, from its conception to erm...maturity?? frightening. The frightening standards of living, the horror of juggling career and motherhood. I really cannot conceive of this. This is not to say that I will not have a tod one day. I'm just saying that, I am not one of those who view marriage as needing to result in progeny. I'm perfectly happy having a dog or for Mister to have his dream rabbit to see us through the rest of our days. But that is a question for another day.
// posted by Jenn @ 8:33 PM 
Subscribe to Posts [Atom]