Having children is fucking hardcore. I used to think it was just that parents were melodramatic pussies, but rearing some child is the most extreme thing I have ever done. It’s like the heroin of being a human or something.
My son laughed really hard for the first time today, and we almost cried it was so awesome. He pukes on me. Also, it is possible for an acceptable amount of shit to be on something.
I was going to make a point about being a parent, but fuck it. Being a parent has no real point. It’s great. Seeing another human grow makes you less scared about death and more empathetic to the human condition, but searching for real “meaning” in parenting is like looking for a douchebag at GNC.
I’d rather try to find meaning in Metal Gear Solid 4, which is the best game ever. I’m going to get drunk, dad-style, and read computer forums now.