I know he fits that mold--and I know a bunch of late 30s and early 40s men who still can't let go they're not 35 anymore). But at the same time, i know some people who didn't have kids just because it never happened for them.
This dud is rich and famous enough to adopt, but I'm sure he and his wife have "fur babies" and treat them like they're children. Honestly, why would anyone try to push or encourage selfish people to even try and raise kids?
I was aboot to ask for the tab on my way out this morning...
But you just gave a vreh a reality check. lol
Real spiel, i keep thinking about my life back in 2017-2018 when i was in my mid 30's and living life extremely care free (i.e. getting drunk every weeknd, traveling and being mad irresponsible, bedding different pieces on a monthly basis (raw dogging almost all of them), buying tennis shoes as though they were going with me into the afterlife, etc.).
The benefactor was covid. I realized that i could care about somebody other than myself (and while that didn't play out very well), at least learned now to be selfless and understand what true love was (again, even though i got burnt; never wear your proverbial hearts on your shirt cuffs, brehs).
Now that i'm about to turn 41 in less than two months, single, at the apex of my career... i realized that the trajectory that my life was going in wasn't conducive to a healthy/meaningful existence (i have every i want/need... but there's something missing).
Quite frankly, and I'll be honest with you guys, i always thought i'd be a bachelor for life. Go out Paul Walker/Jimmy Dean style and crash my whip over bridge and die a glamorous death (that's how selfish i was for a very long time)... then the woman of my life entered the chat and gave me purpose and drive.
Made me want to be alive for lifes finer moments and build with a woman i was completely devoted to and in love iwth. What was initially a long distnacae relationship, we had plans to be reunited/live together in a couple years and eventually start a family.
But like everything in life... no guarantees and essentially, like a banana ice cream desert... we split.
So now i'm back to square one and living life i don't give a fukk. And this is why i also understand why having a signifcant other/ some kind of familial responsibility breeds a more admirable quality of life (there's a recent conversation about how dudes ain't getting laid as much and that disrupts the economy and the overall moral fibers of society... basically creating the ultimate downfall of man, and I agree).
I don't want to say i was being codependent on a woman for the idea that i would be more structured and a stand up/responsible human being... but i don't see it any other way... now that i've lived enough life. I ain't shiit by myself and now that my voice of reason is gone... i'm back to demon time. I'm a despicable person... and old habits die hard. Mother forgive me.
Like if i died tomorrow, my legacy would be that i wasn't shiit and just some philanderer who squandered his life with no meaning.
A real life Georgie Porgie.
Shame for real.
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