I used to say that I am partially pro-choice (if there is such a thing). Abortion is wrong even in my eyes. It’s just one of those things I am willing to pay the price for if push comes to shove. Rape was a huge factor in the partiality but I was always for the idea that if a chic got pregnant from her own carelessness, she should keep it. At least that’s what I told myself I’d if I got careless.
Then one day, confronted with a pal’s situation of pregnancy, I thought of myself in that situation and truth be told, I wouldn’t keep the baby. IF (IF…is a hypothetical situation. Don’t preach!) I got pregnant right now and I had no means of looking after my child without being a beggar and depending on someone’s good will, I would definitely not have it. #truth
I once jokingly said that I am so scared of babies that I could abstain from sex if that’s what it takes! Actually, that’s how far I’ll go if that’s what it takes!
I have seen many chics, pals, family etc get a baby they hadn’t planned for and its like- “oh well- the baby’s here, might as well make it worthwhile”. In fact, most people I know or have heard of have gotten babies by “accident”.
To have a child demands commitment. The kind I don’t have.
And when I thought about it seriously yesterday, I realized that I have never envisioned myself having kids. I have never contributed to the discussion of “what would you name your first kid?”. The moment I think about a baby, I feel screwed.
I realize that I never want kids. N.E.V.E.R. I don’t take abortion lightly so I intend to do everything that I don’t get a baby “accidentally” like so many people do.
Most people around me know I don’t want kids at the moment or near future and they keep saying that I’ll change my mind and all that shit.
They don’t know how far I am willing to go to make sure it never happens.