Little ’Uns, Tykes, Brats, Chits, Whelps and So On

Apparently it is now selfish and self-centred not to want to have children (see comments section here – it was amusing to watch Jai’s casual comment on a dog’s ugliness escalate into people comparing other people to Nazis for not thinking that wanting a child automatically makes one a saint). It would be alright if this was one individual being her/his usual, egregiously stupid self, but that is, rather sadly, not the case.

Most people I know can’t quite understand why someone might not want to have a child. Before I tried explaining it to a surprisingly large number of people, I didn’t think this was very hard to comprehend:

  1. I don’t want to have children.
  2. I have no wish to be mired in a mindboggling number of dirty diapers (I tried to count once, but it was inhuman, the continuous flow of warm, smelly wetness).
  3. I can’t really tolerate the personified-human-ego phase of children for more than … say … five seconds.
  4. I don’t like teenagers.
  5. And I don’t. Effing. Want to. Have children.

I don’t think wanting to have an actual life is particularly selfish. After all, these same people don’t berate me for not doing social work, or for being a consumer. But children – apparently the only way one can be a true person is by having children.

But why does anyone want to have children anyway? For their personal increased happiness. For the feeling of achievement (in the absence of any other) of having brought another human being into the world and for having raised it to a certain socially determined age without having it break down … too much, at least. For transferring their own stunted emotional growth, combined with that of another such person, into a new creature made for that express purpose so that one day they might stand back and say, “There, now how does that make you feel?”

How is any of that selfless? It’s not as if the yet-to-be-conceived child is actually clamouring to be born. It doesn’t give a fuck.

So essentially, I think that the burden of explanation should be with those who want children, rather than those like me who do not. And I think it should be a damn good explanation at that.

But no. Apparently, it is some sort of gift to humankind when someone brings a child into a world that is overpopulated and undernourished. As if the earth itself, while dividing its already deficient rations into even smaller parts, is going to praise you for having had the monumental courage to have … erm … shagged without a Johnny.

It would be different if I was a woman. Then, all of the above would still be true, but at least I would have had the firmness of resolve to go through it even with the knowledge that I would have to break my back for nine months and then push a 6-to-8-pounder out of an opening which is, well, smaller. That, while still selfish, is at least an achievement. But something I do? No.

Around the time my sister had her baby (which, if you’re curious, is where I get my experience of dirty diapers from), I thought this stuff through to the extent that it would be relevant to my own personal life. My niece is a gorgeous little kid, and it is one of the biggest concepts in my life that she is going to be a person someday – an entire person. What my sister is doing sounds monumental to me, and I admire the hell out of her for that. But taking full responsibility for another human being is a daunting task, and the returns for that seem not entirely worth the risk.

It’s going to be demanding, it’s going to take up your life, and, with a very few exceptions, your child is not going to be as successful as you want it to be, and it is, most probably, going to love at least one of you less than you think it should. That, frankly, smacks of masochism to me.

But once you have done it, you can’t escape the consequences – having a child means that you have responsibility over its life. You have brought it into the world, and it is your duty to make sure that it fares as well as it possibly can. Anything less is at best negligence and at worst a crime. I love my niece, but that is a choice. This choice wouldn’t be available to me when I have my own child. I love my niece all the more because I have a choice not to. My child having a father who doesn’t want to love it is not an idea I’d like to entertain.

So, since I see nothing beneficial to anyone in particular in my having a child, I have chosen not to. To interpret this as my being scared of responsibility would be, while not quite wrong, rather simplistic. I just think this is not something to be taken as lightly as I see it being taken. It is not a pretty sight. One would think that people would learn from their own experiences of being a child, but most seem to block it out, which is perhaps an ancient defense mechanism of our genes to make us perpetuate them.

But most people dismiss my opinion with one ghastly sentence: “That’s what you think now.” I know that, but for some reason they think they know more about what I will think in the future than I do. Their rather sublime explanation is that I am too immature for this, because I don’t want to have children. One would imagine the fact that I have thought about it rather than accepting it as my sacred duty because people tell me it is would count for something.* Apparently not.

[ * Better put by a commentor on Aishwarya’s LJ, what they are really saying is “mindless conformity is what adulthood is all about!” ]

All this argument does is remind me of the religious nitwits who, in their inimitable and simplistic patronising manner, assure me that I am not actually an atheist, I just think I’m one.

9 responses to “Little ’Uns, Tykes, Brats, Chits, Whelps and So On

  1. *Snicker*

    One of Jai’s anonymice thinks you’re immature and not ready to have children.

  2. I love my niece all the more because I have a choice not to.
    Nail, meet hammer.

    I like to tell people who go on too presumptuously about how much more adult and responsible they are for having decided to have their own children that they’re bloody well selfish; that if they weren’t, they’d be doing something for all the homeless orphans in the world and, ohhh, ADOPT. Their insistence on the biological continuity is quite telling.

    I have decided that I will make a terrific aunt. That has to be ‘worth’ something, too, yes?

  3. Aditya, Aish, Isheeta: you’re all 21 years old or thereabouts, right? Believe me, the “That’s what you think now” will never stop, not even when you’re a wise old 30. People who need to play the you’re-too-immature card simply never quit.

  4. Aish: *Sigh*
    Also, someone there believes that my future wife has been programmed to want a child, so I am being unfair on her by thinking that we might discuss this and she might have an actual opinion.

    Isheeta: Couldn’t have put it any better myself. And same here, my niece is going to be a surrogate daughter to me.

    Jabberwock: Gah. *headdesk* We must formulate a counter-attack. But it won’t work, will it?

  5. What do we have here? I think the society has become too honest, of late. To take the honesty slightly forward, this is my take: You have no kids after marriage (I dont know what ur take on marriage is, so I am assuming). You dont have any trouble of bringing up your children, no expenses, no worries, no going behind the kids, just pure bliss…. You have a good techie job, you have nice salary, you have car, you have flat, you have everything. Fast forward. When you are 35, you could even retire. Then what? Pure and perfect boredom.

    Now imagine, you have two kids (of course a wife). You have the same techie job, nice salary, flat and car. Now do you think, whatever salary you have, would be lasting more than a month? You have a huge money crunch. You have even become broke(assume). At this point, can you retire? Forget retirement, can you even think of this? Now you either work harder and smarter or you become an enterprener. Its ok, if you work harder and smarter, but enterprenership isnt exactly about a boring life…. Then you decide to bring up your kids into ideal and responsible human beings. IS THIS POSSIBLE? Fast forward. 65 years. You fight with your kids to stay home. Atleast, after so many years, you still fight, you still keep your life interesting, you make your life more challenging and meaningful. BCOS otherwise, its plain boredom. “Necessity is the mother of all invention” If there is no need, there is nothing. Life is nothing. We choose to make it interesting and challenging by having kids. Was that honest enough?

  6. First, not really relevant, but I’ll just put to rest a couple of the assumptions:

    1) No techie job.
    2) I don’t get bored easy.

    Apart from that, having kids just because I might get bored – that sounds a little extreme to me. To make life interesting and challenging, I can take up paragliding, learn pottery, go back to school, or, if I want to work with people, take up a social cause. After all, I will have all that money to get me through those.

    Your explanation is no-go with me – it sounds to me like using a 16-ton weight to drive in a nail. It does the job, but I’d use a hammer.

    And why make life harder for yourself when there are hundreds of people out there who’d gladly do it for you without asking?

  7. i love this post! I could have written it man!

    and I love this blog, glad I discovered it… :)

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  9. @Chandni: Thanks for the comment. And do stick around. :)

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