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I dunno, man, a kid crying repeatedly because they’ve yet to grasp that me saying no the other seventeen times meant no is pretty universally annoying.
I like kids. I don’t like babies, and I don’t like kids that have become old enough to need to be “broken in” but instead have developed only the ability to see the world for “What It Can Do For Me.” All jokes aside, that’s really it, that’s what most kids develop first, is the instinctual understanding of who has things they need and how to get it. How to survive. And it’s annoying as all get out to be subjected to the blatant manipulation of a selfish kid who, biologically, believes that the ends justify the means. Crying, temper tantrums, disregard for me as an authority figure — no.
No, you get me a kid who’s tamed, who’s developed to the point of understanding the purpose of a father and who can trust me to care for him and also understands that my word is final and to go along with me even when he’s not really willing to? That’s a kid that will be a delight to be around.
Anecdotally, this discourse is a firm metaphor for humankind’s interactions with and view of God. Re-read it if you don’t see what I mean. :)
Good to know! Thanks for sharing. Though it is disconcerting that I’m rapidly exceeding my window…
This does not change that the first thing almost every little kid learns is how to be annoying. :)
Me: it's SO HOT in my apartment it's like A VOLCANO IN HERE
Me: remains perpetually half-naked while in my apartment
Me: My electric bill was ONLY $42.06 YES
Me: TOTALLY WORTH IT
Me: what's that smell
Me: oh it's me
Before I left church yesterday, a little Sunday School kid said, “I won’t be here this Sunday. Can you give me a hug? And can you remember my name?” Suddenly I knew what Jesus felt like when he picked up children with their arms wide open, and I’m reminded that every human desire is really to be known and to be loved. It’s the heart of a kid who doesn’t want to be forgotten.
No, I don’t. I know this is a hardcore issue for many people and my reply will cause some of you to become angry or resentful towards me, and that’s your right.
Yes, of course. Would that I could turn off my feelings!
A.W. Tozer (via craigtowens)
Then I’ll like them in the future when they’re no longer babies, dude