Speaking as someone who's from a tight clique of former children of loveless homes, there's a truth I'd like to tattoo on the forehead of every baby-crazed[1] y

Speaking as someone who's from a tight clique of former children of loveless homes, there's a truth I'd like to tattoo on the forehead of every baby-crazed[1] young couple: No One Asks To Be Born. It's on you. It's all on you. You're making the bet: half your life in exchange for throwing your genetics into the future. There's no waiting room of cherubs waiting at the vag-shaped gate for a turn on the old jumping dirt, no Sky Dad giving you gold stars for every set of fresh genitals vomited forth onto the world. But if you just end up making 60+ more years of misery for another lifeform, what in the living hell are you thinking? Ok, alright, this is now the official "Bleak Subthread". Happy Subthreads, please continue on aisles 3 through 62. [1] Or think they're baby crazed. Social expectations + hormones are powerful medicine. The problem is that - in America, anyway - the "social" part of that equation is fucked, nine ways to Sunday, and if you buy in without doing brain stuff, you'll be fucked, too.