Okay, I don’t get hating kids, but to be fair I also don’t get loving kids, because they’re just short people with shitty motor skills. They’re individuals, some are cool, some are boring, some of them are shitty little monsters. It’s like hating people between the ages of 32 and 35, a blanket feeling about people based on age is weird to me.
Like not wanting to be around babies who are wildly unpredictable and nearly always messy, I get, but like active dislike is weird.
It is weird and fucked up and ngl mildly ableist.
I kinda thought it might be
I like babies. I never understood people who think they’re bad. So they cry? Big deal. It’s like, the world doesn’t owe you a perfectly comfortable sound level at all times and all places.
Pretty much
Actually, it would be very nice to be able to go out in public without the constant fear that I’m going to suddenly feel my skull and eyes melt into a pile of psychedelic, agonizing gore due to a baby screaming and instantly triggering a migraine from hell. But it happens. And it happens. All the time. And that’s why I loathe babies. Their fleeting misery causes me sometimes DAYS of pain and visual disturbances. I would 100% willingly pay more to, say, only ride adult-and-teen-only planes, buses, and trains for my fucking health.
That’s kind of a different deal, loud and unpleasant vs. triggers mental or physical health problems. It’s not about irritation and doesn’t come from a place of impatience with other people
Thoughts From The Peacock Angel 