Surprise, I'm going to hell.

People have a very strong reaction when a woman of "child bearing years" says that she doesn't ever want to have children. I don't understand this. I figure that at 30 years old, I should be pretty settled in my maternal urges, and know whether or not I plan to unleash my spawn onto society.

Well, I don't plan to.

My friend's mother, a strict, traditional Irish Catholic woman, told me that I am committing a sin by not getting married and having children. Sigh. I am neither strict nor religious and I don't go around telling other people how to live their lives. Maybe I need to start, because everybody and their fucking mother (literally!) feels the need to tell me that it's time to \"settle down\". I don't get it. I can't decide if all my friends really are way more uptight than I thought they were, or they're all a little envious of my freedom, since they are all married and starting families. The grass is always greener on the other side, I suppose.

I like being single, but I occassionally do have moments when I wish I was in a relationship that was a bit more serious than the "relationship" that I am in. Which is just sex. Don't get me wrong, the sex is AWESOME with Jason, but that's all it is. Maybe when I meet someone I am interested in for more than just sex, my feelings about settling down will change. But don't count on it. Who the fuck knows. But for now, I am going to keep enjoying the most amazing sex I have ever had.

I am full of contradictions.

It's part of my charm.