Would it be pithy to tell you, simply, that you're wrong? If it is, I'll expand: I'm thirty and change years old. I don't have children because I don't want th

Would it be pithy to tell you, simply, that you're wrong? If it is, I'll expand: I'm thirty and change years old. I don't have children because I don't want them, because for all I know about myself I think I'd be a terrible parent, short tempered, lacking in patience, and yes, it has to be said, an alcoholic. So how will this hit me at 30? Well, how it will hit me is a group of great friends, people who I love, who will join me at the bar and join me in good health and bad, misery and happiness, excitement and ennui. All of them are people I would trust with my life, my darkest secrets, and my greatest hopes and dreams. And you know where I meet them? I meet them at the bar.