I pretended to be a dinosaur, does that count?
Out of real witches???
It’s like gorilla glue: made by gorillas for gorillas from gorillas.
I wanted to conquer the world like Alexander the Great. I’m not sure why that appealed to me, in retrospect.
(A friend gave me some advice a few years ago. He said “You’re much more normal than you like to think. You have normal needs and you will be happy if you live a normal life.” I don’t know if he’s right.)
Sounds like your friend is just lame.
In seriousness, 99.999999% of people will live a “normal” life, and very occasionally, someone might have a time or two that elevates it above “normal”. The percentage of people who live “above” normal lives is so tiny, physicists would laugh at you for using so many decimal places.
Wanting more isn’t a problem unless that desire is killing what you have to be happy about now.
In other words, “don’t let perfect get in the way of good”
I find it incredibly interesting that people knew the always wanted things like that…a spouse, a grand wedding, children of their own. I don’t think I’ve ever really thought that way about those things.
When I was not an adult I thought I wanted a family. It wasn’t until I became an adult and started to interact with children as one that I learned I DID NOT want one. And I’ve heard all the platitudes.
And I’ve heard all the platitudes.
I like to make people uncomfortable when they start going on about how my wife and I should have kids. She had a TL and I had a vasectomy. I usually start off with “kids are off the table for us.”
We SHOULDN’T have kids because genetics on both our families are shit.
We WON’T have kids because they’re awful to deal with 90% of the time, and neither of us feel that the world will be a livable place in their lifetime so it would be cruel to have children anyway.
We CAN’T have kids because the medical procedures.
If someone gets pushy about it, I act emotional, burst out that after so many miscarriages we have given up on children and the person should learn to take a hint.
So far nobody has had anything else to say after that.
My retort usually has to do with people who when I tell them that I don’t want to have to tolerate children tell me that it’ll be different when the children are my own. I tell them that if they’re a good parent they probably have encountered a hundred times where their child has been difficult or unruly or just some form of stressful but all of those hundred times disappear during that one moment where they get to see their kid smile or overcome a challenge or succeed in some way. Which usually you know causes them to get you know happy or nostalgic thinking back on a moment like that. To which I then say I would trade 100 of those moments that you’re thinking about right now for one day of not having to get up before the sun.
I dug a giant hole in my back yard and called it a bear trap. Parents were not impressed.
