Dropping L and going to the zoo cured any desire I have to have children or start a family
I've done seen somethings. SCARY THINGS.
It's this cliche, but humans ARE THE REAL ANIMALS.
The strollers... Oh God the strollers.
Some smells made me nostalgic, like the zoo food court, the scent of cheap bologna sandwiches and over priced grilled items... It takes me back to childhood.
Different types of people everywhere, all infected by different cultural mind viruses.
On one end of the spectrum are the goth/stoner/hot topic Spencer gifts types. Decked out in the fashions of alternative mainstream fashions. This is most apparent with the girls wearing styles still heavily influenced by the Harley Quinn suicide squad look from 2016. It's very clear she got pregnant from that look after a 2016 Halloween party and conceived again with the most recent suicide squad adaption (2021 right?)
On the other end of the spectrum, are your conservative 2A totin', America lovin, former military now in charge of their fathers contractor business types. These are the real men, if they could open carry at the zoo they would, as the terrorists are itching to take out the safari walk, and the only thing holding up the sanctity of this here union is a courageous patriot - the type who isn't afraid to tell Hispanic immigrants to speak English when conversing among themselves.
For real though. I've understand a little now. Having a kid takes so much out of you, like your soul really gets split and sucked into this little flesh thing for the rest of your life. You no longer have any room for self awareness, or curiosity for the world at large instead you need to tend to this thing 24/7.
Of course Karen is mad at the service workers, she gave birth to this monstrosity and now the only bit of power she has is expressed by tormenting that teenage fast food minimum wage worker. Her life is pampers and Starbucks and engaging in cultural warfare. Talking to the manager and getting that meal comped is the closest thing to a win she'll ever have. Her life is just this sad thing, a virtual hell that she sees through feathered bangs.
This is what it is, one day your soul or your psyche is riding high. You own yourself. No need to come down to any of this mainstream bullshit, then WHAM-O first kid, now the only thing you ever get to know outside of your depressing job is marvel super heroes or Disney princesses. And that's the rest of your life, no more room for self exploration or growth. No, you just do the bare minimum necessary to keep yourself alive and keep it moving, taking any little comfort life throws your way. And for most this is just plugging into the television after work, cracking open the crisp budlight and falling asleep to the lukewarm glow of the television set as either CNN/Fox news infiltrates your household with what ever pointless cultural war battles is being fought.
My hat is off to you dear child rearers. Thank you for continuing the species. Your work though thankless and gruelling is necessary. But fuck, I could never do it.
No, fuck that noise. I stay fly until I die!