The Parent, The Child, and The Depressing Disconnecting Difficulties

The bond between parent and child is incredibly fragile. A truck load of people think that it’s a relationship that’s difficult to break, but it really isn’t. It’s not difficult at all. It just takes the right combination of words and a faint whisper of condescension on either part to burn it to bits. This becomes even more likely when they differ about issues they feel strongly about.

You shouldn’t assume that your baby cake will turn out like you or think like you simply because you raised them. You shouldn’t assume that your parent will understand your point of view just because you think it’s right.

Throw in a little doubt about the authenticity of one side’s depression and you’ve got yourself a cage match ending in a lifelong fall out.

The key to preserving that relationship is accepting that people are different. Some of us are hyper religious and some of us aren’t. Some of us are logical and some of us are creative or abstract. Our opinions will sometimes contradict each other. Our politics can be worlds apart. As long as no one is disrespecting another person’s existence, no one has the right to be angry.

So message here is: fix it before you can’t.

An Anti-Abortion Augury

I am not an activist. I do not rally for anything. I do not push my beliefs on others to control how they act. I do not care about what other people do, especially if I don’t play a part in the outcome. This is not a post about the rightness or wrongness of aborting what isn’t yet a child.

I now recognize that, that statement may convey my actual feelings on the subject, but I’ll move on.

I’m writing this because I simply don’t see why people get so heated about abortion. If you aren’t having the child, why do you care so much about what happens to it? I realize that this sounds insensitive and cruel, but the reality of the situation is, if you are not someone who was personally included in the seed-planting portion of this union, you don’t really have the right to dictate the results. You’re not the one who was throwing free throws and scored.

Some people see it as murder. I get it. Who has the right to take any life? Maybe no one.

I just don’t understand why men get so broken up about it. I mean, if you had a one-night stand, odds are you don’t really care about the person you just soiled with your surprisingly skilled swimmers. It was just companionship, and you were about to face a punishment you probably weren’t ready for.

Bonus points if you’re already dating someone else.

You want to make yourself unhappy just because you believe that keeping an unwanted child is “the right thing to do.” That doesn’t make sense. A woman just gave you an out. You can now walk away, childless and void of responsibility, and be with whoever you want.

I guess what I’m saying is, if she’s going the abortion route, run off and have your fairy tale life and stop trying to make everyone unhappy with your sad-sack beliefs.

I’m not saying abortion is good. I’m just saying that when you get a do-over, don’t be a little bitch about it. Not everyone gets that. Go and live your life the way you were going to live it before. Be happy with the shot you got, and don’t dwell. The kid is gone, now. You can’t get it back.

 

I clearly have no morals.