Children Revolt Me

I hate children.

My 3 best friends have named me godmother to their babies.

I hate them. They disgust me. Their inability to take care of themselves and their sticky paws make me gag.

Their smell, mannerisms, inability to string together words, and their existence in malls, restaurants, airplanes and movie theaters all further my frustration.

Even children, grown up versions of babies. They can speak sentences, but most of the time they are incomprehensible. They jump from topic to topic and they have no appreciate for the unknown.

They constantly ask "why?"

Why can't they be satisfied with ignorance?

Don't they know the bliss of not understanding? Can't they see that they're lucky to not comprehend how bad life is?

The worst part? I am jealous of them. I want so badly to feel that. I don't want to know. I don't want to understand. I cannot fathom wanting to know more about this world we live in. Why not accept it and move on?

I want the freedom of ignorance and the freedom to forgot.