William Gonzalez3 said:
Well, I guess we have to travel back thousands of years to the era of the ancient Greek philosophers who loved carving whatever random thoughts crossed their minds into stone. One of those famous bits was "know thyself."
In that sense, you’ve already experienced what it truly means to be a parent.
Why did you decide to have kids in the first place?
Why, after the first one, did you go ahead and have a second?
And why a third after that?
And honestly, why did you choose to actually *be* a father once they were born? You could have just packed up, headed down to South America, changed your name, started a vineyard, and nobody would ever have found you.
Why stay? Was it because you wanted to, or perhaps because that’s what society expected of you? Or maybe it was simply because you wanted to be there for them? Why did you want to be present? What exactly were you trying to provide for them? And, if I may ask, why did you feel the need to give them those things?
As for me, I’d actually like to have quite a few children—maybe ten or so—since the government offers such decent agricultural subsidies for raising livestock. Beyond that, I’m planning on finding a very intelligent wife, because I recall hearing something in biology class that when two highly intelligent parents have children, those children often end up being merely average. So, if someone like me—who is, let's face it, significantly below average in intelligence—has children with a brilliant woman, then our kids might actually turn out to be Einsteins. Though, I’m not entirely sure I'll find a woman smart enough to realize my potential for massive stupidity while also agreeing to produce a whole brood of hyper-intelligent children just to chase those government subsidies.
I suppose I'll just have to rely on luck rather than brains.
If all goes well, those little Einsteins will earn a fortune, and eventually, they'll probably hand it all back to their old man to spend on drinks and bad decisions. Which, I suppose, is only fair, given that I’m gifting them both life and high intellect.
The only thing that could really ruin my plan is if I suddenly gain some common sense.
I try to be very careful about that. I watch plenty of TV (nothing educational, just mindless entertainment and politics), I don't read much, I don't do crosswords, I don't think too deeply, I don't play chess, and I spend a fair amount of time hitting my head against the wall...
I really have to keep my intellectual capacity low just to ensure I remain a viable partner for producing future Einsteins.
Well, I guess we have to travel back thousands of years to the era of the ancient Greek philosophers who loved carving whatever random thoughts crossed their minds into stone. One of those famous bits was "know thyself."
In that sense, you’ve already experienced what it truly means to be a parent.
Why did you decide to have kids in the first place?
Why, after the first one, did you go ahead and have a second?
And why a third after that?
And honestly, why did you choose to actually *be* a father once they were born? You could have just packed up, headed down to South America, changed your name, started a vineyard, and nobody would ever have found you.
Why stay? Was it because you wanted to, or perhaps because that’s what society expected of you? Or maybe it was simply because you wanted to be there for them? Why did you want to be present? What exactly were you trying to provide for them? And, if I may ask, why did you feel the need to give them those things?
As for me, I’d actually like to have quite a few children—maybe ten or so—since the government offers such decent agricultural subsidies for raising livestock. Beyond that, I’m planning on finding a very intelligent wife, because I recall hearing something in biology class that when two highly intelligent parents have children, those children often end up being merely average. So, if someone like me—who is, let's face it, significantly below average in intelligence—has children with a brilliant woman, then our kids might actually turn out to be Einsteins. Though, I’m not entirely sure I'll find a woman smart enough to realize my potential for massive stupidity while also agreeing to produce a whole brood of hyper-intelligent children just to chase those government subsidies.
I suppose I'll just have to rely on luck rather than brains.
If all goes well, those little Einsteins will earn a fortune, and eventually, they'll probably hand it all back to their old man to spend on drinks and bad decisions. Which, I suppose, is only fair, given that I’m gifting them both life and high intellect.
The only thing that could really ruin my plan is if I suddenly gain some common sense.
I try to be very careful about that. I watch plenty of TV (nothing educational, just mindless entertainment and politics), I don't read much, I don't do crosswords, I don't think too deeply, I don't play chess, and I spend a fair amount of time hitting my head against the wall...
I really have to keep my intellectual capacity low just to ensure I remain a viable partner for producing future Einsteins.[/COLOR]
Well, I guess we have to travel back thousands of years to the era of the ancient Greek philosophers who loved carving whatever random thoughts crossed their minds into stone. One of those famous bits was "know thyself."
In that sense, you’ve already experienced what it truly means to be a parent.
Why did you decide to have kids in the first place?
Why, after the first one, did you go ahead and have a second?
And why a third after that?
And honestly, why did you choose to actually *be* a father once they were born? You could have just packed up, headed down to South America, changed your name, started a vineyard, and nobody would ever have found you.
Why stay? Was it because you wanted to, or perhaps because that’s what society expected of you? Or maybe it was simply because you wanted to be there for them? Why did you want to be present? What exactly were you trying to provide for them? And, if I may ask, why did you feel the need to give them those things?
As for me, I’d actually like to have quite a few children—maybe ten or so—since the government offers such decent agricultural subsidies for raising livestock. Beyond that, I’m planning on finding a very intelligent wife, because I recall hearing something in biology class that when two highly intelligent parents have children, those children often end up being merely average. So, if someone like me—who is, let's face it, significantly below average in intelligence—has children with a brilliant woman, then our kids might actually turn out to be Einsteins. Though, I’m not entirely sure I'll find a woman smart enough to realize my potential for massive stupidity while also agreeing to produce a whole brood of hyper-intelligent children just to chase those government subsidies.
I suppose I'll just have to rely on luck rather than brains.
If all goes well, those little Einsteins will earn a fortune, and eventually, they'll probably hand it all back to their old man to spend on drinks and bad decisions. Which, I suppose, is only fair, given that I’m gifting them both life and high intellect.
The only thing that could really ruin my plan is if I suddenly gain some common sense.
I try to be very careful about that. I watch plenty of TV (nothing educational, just mindless entertainment and politics), I don't read much, I don't do crosswords, I don't think too deeply, I don't play chess, and I spend a fair amount of time hitting my head against the wall...
I really have to keep my intellectual capacity low just to ensure I remain a viable partner for producing future Einsteins.[/COLOR]
I just hope those little geniuses don't ask for too much (money, obviously) during the few years I have left. 🧐