Do I even need a reason? They’re little monsters.
Yesterday we had an impromptu graduation party for my cousin and I. It was…interesting. My cousins brought along their cousin. She’s five years old and she’s an over privileged little twerp.
We didn’t want them to make a mess in our bedrooms, so my sister and I made all the girls hang out in the basement. As soon as the little twerp walked down the stairs, the first words out of her mouth were “Wow. This is a realllly small basement. Like, this is a teeny tiny basement. Its sooo tiny.” Well I’m sorry we can’t all be rich and have huge houses like you, you little brat.
She spent the whole night complaining.
Its too cold down here.
Can’t you turn off the AC?
I want to color.
I don’t want to watch a movie.
I don’t want to eat pizza.
This is boring.
Boo freaking hoo. And then my cousin and I were taking pictures with everyone and she photo bombed all of them. I’m sure it was cute and fine for everyone else, but I’m not related to her and I wanted at least one nice picture with just me and my relatives but she got in the way of all of them.
I hate kids.
My aunt’s son spat into the garbage can and drank water straight from the kitchen sink, spilled cake on the floor, then spat in the garbage.
If there’s anything I hate more than parties, its little girls. I can handle little boys, however obnoxious and hyper they may be. But girls are just….little girls can be obnoxious little biotches sometimes. If you don’t teach them manners then they’ll say whatever’s on their minds, and we all know how bad that can be. What’s worse is that girls are naturally manipulative and condescending, even if they don’t realize it. They say whatever they need to if it means they’ll get what they want. Usually its at the expense of whatever non-related adult is watching them (ME).
I think I hate these kids’ parents more than I hate them. Parents are the ones who are supposed to teach you manners and how to talk politely and hold back your comments. I feel like hardly any kids around here have good manners. Maybe its a fob thing. No one is teaching their kids how to behave.
And if I may be frank, little girls scare me. I blame horror movies. But seriously, little, skinny girls with long hair and bangs and a squeaky high pitched voice scare me. I’m afraid they’ll be hovering over my bed in the middle of the night. But I’m more afraid that someone will ask me to entertain them for three hours.
That being said, I still want kids of my own one day. I was a very well behaved child. I trust myself enough to not raise a bunch of brats.
Moral of the story: I hate other people’s children.