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Idiots like Violet love nothing more than to go on a rampage about how kids have to be "provided" for.
And then, of course, there's all the secretaries and whatnot, women counting the days till they're thirty, stuck in entry level "white collar" jobs and hoping to get a raise so they can afford children. And all the lacrimogenic stories about kids being put up for adoption by people living in comfortable, heated housing because "they feel somebody else could provide better conditions". It's hysterical to read. These are the same people that insist they wouldn't suck rich cock, "not even for a million dollars", because, you see, money doesn't bring happiness. And they wouldn't cheat on their "SO" for money either. They wouldn't sell you their annoying dog, for anything, even though it's an ugly piece of shit that can't even bark properly, and you can find mutts for free on every street corner. They're attached to Smoochies, you see. They don't know what they'd do with a couch that wasn't pissed on and unchewed pair of slippers. And besides, money doesn't bring happiness. Except for children. They will sell you the children. In the contorted common belief, money does not bring happiness, but children will be unhappy unless "provided" for. Look at these children right here. Do they look unhappy to you ? 
Have you had a cup of coffee this week ? So have they. All of them. One cup of coffee. All week. That's right. No hamburgers, no marshmellows, no Hershey bars and no Sprite. They had one measly cup of coffee, which they traded for whatever beans shit it is they eat. Which probably tastes pretty good. They seem perfectly happy to me. Must be cause they've been provided for. Wouldn't you say ? So here's the secret of the week. Kids don't need to be "provided" for, not in any particular, special manner. Children are perfectly happy, by nature, just to be with you. Feed them a dollar's worth if you have two dollars in your pocket, or a hundred's worth if you got two, they'll love you just fine. But don't try to buy the loving and happiness and peace of mind, because they aren't beggars, they aren't homeless, and they aren't prostitutes. And you will never have enough. That's why you don't have enough. That's why you're counting the days with the terror of never having enough. You never will have enough. Children are still sticking to the social creeds. That stuff you parade around with a puffed up chest, values and that jazz. To them it still comes natural, even if you've all but sold out. Money doesn't bring hapiness. Not theirs. You're buying into it, because you're an idiot, just like you bought into the marketing bullshit about diamond rings. That grand or two would have been alot more usefull to the both of you as a bigger down payment for something you got on credit. But you bought into the bullshit, that she won't be happy unless you get her a bigger piece than Marcy and Lucy and Jane got. And than you could afford. They love you and your empty head, for buying into the bullshit, and for helping them sell the bullshit. They do. But she doesn't. The fact of the matter is, any woman that's not happy to be married because of the size of the ring doesn't belong married. You can't buy a wife. You can pay a whore to act the wife, maybe. It's unlikely you'll ever have enough, but you may try. But a hundred leaves of tobacco or ten carats of solid, yellow, non fluorescent carbon will not, by themselves, get you a wife. And you can't buy children. They really don't care about all the bullshit you've bought into. They may, eventually, if you raise them "right". But not quite yet. So stop trying, and stop worrying about it. Forget all the "Love them enough to want to start them off in life ready to race, as opposed to starting them off ten steps behind all the other kids." See the marketeer's rhetoric at work ? Love them "enough" to buy my shit. Selling you your own children. Love them enough to pay fifty hour's wage on this here pair of shoes. They're special shoes. Kids love them because we spend most of the money you pay on TV ad space to tell your kids how they can't live without our shoes. Of every dollar, we spend maybe three cents actually making shoes. We love money enough to do that. Fear, uncertainity and doubt. Do you want your kids to be behind all the other kids ? So buy the shoes ! "I can't be the laziest, slowest kid in Gym class, cause my Daddy loves me and bought me the good shoes. I'm ready to race. Just as soon as I finish this pizza for four. Which DADDY BOUGHT FOR ME !" There's no ahead and no behind that can be bought and sold. They'll make their own life. All of old Hilton's money can't make Paris anything other than an ugly stupid twat, and Giuliani was born in Brooklyn and lived a while in Sing-Sing. He's now running for president, which is arguably even better than being president. If people didn't conceive despite their poor financial position, as indicative of a childlike mentality as that may seem to some very enlightened blogospherers, New York would still be ran by the mob. You may think you're not good enough to have children. That's fine. Maybe you aren't yet or maybe you never will be. But it has nothing to do with the money, and there's nothing you can buy that will make you good enough just like that. It's easier to think it's the money, sure. Why confront your own limp self ? It's easier to think the problem's outside, in a bank vault somewhere. But it's not. And as long as you try to fix the basement plumbing by walking around on the roof like a drunken chicken, you're going to have a leaky basement. And sun stroke. Forget the money. 12 retailers are annoyed with the sudden drop in people willing to swap cash for crap. |
