What is love?
What would you say is the hardest thing about being a parent?
Loving your child is really easy, but the hardest part is you are always, always second-guessing yourself. Did I do the right thing? Should I have let her stay up another hour? Will she hate me forever if I don't buy her the candy she wants? Do I trust her teachers? Am I pressuring her too much? Not enough? And so on. You're never satisfied with what you do for your child. All you can do is follow your gut, remember how you were raised as examples of what (or what not) to do, and hope your child is happy. But the worry never stops. You just gotta keep that shit in check.
okay then. How many kids do you have and do you feel like they're pressuring you too much as a parent?
I have one girl, she's nearly five. And she's pretty chill. It's demanding, sure, but I mean ... when you love your kid, you just do it, you know? Whatever it is.
My parents, teachers and everyone else I know give me the same ridiculous answer that obviously can't be true, but you are a man with actual life experience, so I ask you:
Where do babies come from?
Ah, well, I could tell you but then I'd get kicked out of the Lion's Club. All I'll say is that the reason your parents and teachers gave you will keep you pretty occupied.
How are babies made?
What experiences have contributed most to your oldness? Your theoretical wiseness?
I have no idea how wise I am. When I look at myself, and the people I went to high school with, and other people my age, the sad truth is, our personalities pretty much settled into what they are now by the time we're like, 18 or 20. I mean of course you try to learn from your mistakes, but if your personality is such that you're likely to be a slob, chances are you'll stay one.
I think what aged me most was just trying to survive. Mundane shit like working for a living, paying bills, keeping the rent going, buying furniture and such. Finding your place in the world and getting settled into it ages you a lot, but on the other hand, that's when the real fun starts.
WHEN ARE YOU COMING BACK TO BALTIMORE?!?!
Also, what're your experiences with moving to and living in Iceland.
This summer I hope!
Moving to another country is really stressful. You arrive full of wonder, all starry-eyed that it's going to be an awesome time, and then you experience the loneliness of knowing virtually no one, dealing with cultural differences and such, but eventually you get settled in and can appreciate the place on a deeper level. As far as Iceland goes, I like the landscape, the social welfare system, and the lack of violence, but I miss the cultural variety that America offers.
As a parent, when you first saw your kid after it was born... Did you REALLY think that slimy smelly crying thing was cute/beautiful? New born babies all look the same to me, ugly, to no fault of the parents I might add. But when they gush about how they look I have half a mind to windex ther eyes.
Yes, I really did. And the first thing she did when she was born was lay on her mom's belly and crap all over the place. I mean the blood and placenta and all, yeah, that was pretty gross. But my daughter was just gorgeous to me. I think the physical act of looking at your own child releases this chemical in your brain where you can see no flaws or something.
