It doesn’t seem like such a bad concept.
For me, in theory at least, it seems more like a trait to aspire to.
So why, pray tell, does it annoy the shit out of me in practice? I mean if I take a look at the environment that I’m in, there are very very few people that I would call “self-satisfied”. I’m the type of person that attracts self-loathers and neurotics, so my real-life experience with the concept is from afar.
Seeing it on tv is one thing. (I would say the closest I’ll ever get is wrestling and we all know how real that is). But when I note it in people that I actually know? It’s uncomfortable for a lot of reasons, not just the obvious ones of smugness, but friendship wise.
I’m probably going to get judged for this (lol who’s going to read this any way?) but this happens most with pregnant people. It’s like some complacency switch gets turned on when that sperm penetrates the egg. Dear fertile friends, please know I still love you, but I sometimes can’t stand you. That “glow” people talk of, that halo of self-actualization, drives me absolutely nuts. I should say here that not everyone I know who’s gotten preggers has succumbed to this – I avoided my aunt Shanti, dreading that I would find her so changed and with a luminol-like glow.
I was delighted to see that she was indeed her usual sharp-tongued self and never said anything to me like “Having a child will be the best thing that’ll ever happen to you” (As if.)
I should also say that I’m aware that this general irritation with breeders probably says more about me than it does about them. I find myself unfairly irritated by women who passionately want children, who spend years of their life and tens of thousands of dollars that could be going to raising a kid who already exists, just to pass their precious DNA on to the next generation. They’re arrogant sons-of-bitches but also self-satisfied. When I think of wanting a child, I think of it IN SPITE of the genes I’ll pass on – the hysteria and ineptitude, the tendency toward plumpness and, the.. well..self-doubt. Is that bad? Knowing that my child could go through the same bullshit that I did and STILL want to bring them into this shit world?
Idk. I really don’t.