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I dunno why but every few months or so I’ll debate about the ‘value’ of kids with someone of the opposite sex. For the record, I do not find kids ‘cute’ (unless ‘cute’ is slang for ‘demonic’) nor can I comprehend why anyone would find ‘joy’ in raising a kid. For the longest time, I did not understand why I felt this way.
Until today.

While driving home after work today, I asked myself the dumbest question one could ask himself: “If you had a choice to go back in time to prevent your own birth, would you prefer not to have been born at all?”.

Answer: Yes.