"Oh No. The baby is born. This means I got to spend my government assistance money on feeding this thing. I can't go party cause I got to spend time taking care of this thing. If I want to go out and do drugs and party I got to hire a baby sitter and spend more money. Money I could use to spend on more drugs and more parties and useless things I want. Or Greyhound tickets to pointless feminist protests so I can take pictures how much fun I am having to Instagram and Facebook. When really deep down in my cold black heart I am never happy 'cause I never know what I want. That is okay. The drugs and booze numb me from the pain of my self destructive ways of life of my own doing, but I blame others for. Which the wall will make it harder for me to get drugs. Why the wall is bad. Why can't I be born in the 60s? Also, taking care of this thing means I got to be a more responsible adult and this will harm my reckless health destroying way of life. And it's preventing me from sleeping in as it cries and cries. That means... No... I GOT TO BE AN ADULT!!! It's got to die before it destroys my selfish ways. Or I can teach it about being a genderless person and only it can choose to be any of the bazillion genders it chooses. Yeah... That's it. It will be my prodigy for feminism. That way, I can destroy it's mind and it can be as confused, spiteful and angry as I am.... wait... its a boy? I do not want that misogynist around me. Kill it now!"
Me- "Well now. When I thought this world can't be anymore bat shit crazy; You've proven me wrong."
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