Not Having Kids? Not Buying a Car?: My side of the Story

Not Having Kids? Not Buying a Car?: My side of the Story

I recently learned that I might very well be contributing to the decline of the natural born U.S. citizens. As a college-educated urban millennial woman, I find myself on the edge of my seat these days, itching to learn what new institutional-crushing superpower market researchers and journalists have uncovered about me.

I’m 26 years old and, in addition to not having or planning on having kids, I don’t own a house or even a car. I use to feel ashamed of my lack of control over my life and how I was potentially letting down my family by not actually manufacturing a life for myself to mirror that of my mother and grandmother (women who firmly believe that children are what make life complete).

I  have no idea what my life will look like in 3 years, let alone 6 months, and I’ve recently accepted that I really don’t have time right now to think about it. Long story short, here are 5 reasons why I’m told need to have kids and why I absolutely will not.

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You need to pass on your legacy.

Seeing as you likely skipped the intro, I’ll reiterate the fact that I don’t own any property of value such as a house or vehicle and have no desire to. So, if I died today, what exactly would I be leaving to pass down? My refurbished laptop? An Instagram account of barely 50 followers?

You would make such cute babies. 

My S.O. (significant other) is cute and she thinks I’m cute. But I am literally a meat sack of recessive genes and, well the logistics of us reproducing aren’t readily plausible logistically.

You will have more people to share the fruit of your success with.

My over-21 friends have loads of fun attending brunch and paying for alcoholic beverages with our hard-earned money.

Babies smell good.

That is a very very strong argument. Babies do in fact smell heavenly. Sometimes, when I’m feeling down, I will randomly request to hold a baby. Babies are wonderful. They love you unconditionally and they can’t walk into the kitchen steal your leftover Thai food when you’re not looking. However, a 6-year-old can, a 15-year-old can, and so can the 23-year-old college grad who will inevitably be living in your basement rent-free for another 5 years. I’m good.  

Children are a reflection of the love you and your spouse share.

Please see #3. The love of my life, too, enjoys the brunch. We drink mimosas and talk about our feelings.

Health Blog with an Obese Editor

Health Blog with an Obese Editor

Despite being interested in health and wellness for a long time, I must reveal to that I am a 5’7 26-year-old cis woman boasting a Body Mass Index of 36.8. I’m clinically obese and probably the last person who should be online offering her two cents with regards to being healthy.

Yes. I’ve been ordering pizza multiple times a week. Yes. I constantly hit the snooze button whenever my 5 a.m. workout alarm sounded off. And did I mention that my early my 20s have died and gone along with my metabolism? This kind of behavior is without a doubt counterintuitive of the founder of a health blog.

The problem is that during the trauma-drill that was 2018 and a nice chunk of 2017, I simply wasn’t writing.

I stopped believing in my writing and became more and more afraid of sharing my writing with others. I opted to share an extra large pizza instead. Eating helped me cope with rejection, since much of the time I normally spent being active, was spent pointlessly job hunting, networking, and trying to gain ‘real skills’ that I could use to make a decent living, and thus be productive to the world rather than being true to myself. Stepping on the scale did nothing to boost morale, but my Uber Eats account was always there to pick up the slack.

Is there something in your life that you’re either really good at or really enjoy? Imagine feeling like adulthood told you that there’s no longer any time in your day to do it, or that it isn’t important. I won’t speak for you, but I that feeling does not inspire me to take care of myself, let alone go for a jog.

That said, I don’t write for ‘Health Experts United’ or the ‘Perfect Patty Paper’. I created realness of health to tell real stories about real things in my very real life. Instead of abandoning my creations and allowing my humble following to wither away, I will be dedicating 2019 to rebuilding and strengthening my relationship with sleep food writing.

I don’t have any official list of New Year’s resolutions because in today’s scary, polluted, competitive society, being my best and healthiest self will be no more or less of a day by day, inch-by-inch challenge in 2019 than it was in 2018.

As I reacquaint myself with my first love, I encourage you to do the same. Do your work. Do some good. But take some time to do something to affirm who you are.

Happy New Year,

Jiell