Our Future (A Vent)

I was in bed, asleep. Or nearly asleep. Maybe asleep? No matter. I was in bed and now I'm not. Why am I not? Because I was plagued with the thoughts of our future. The future.

The children, to be precise. I know I have little say in it, I'm an evil son of a bitch that can't have kids, will never have kids, and the fact I want to become a teacher to mold the minds of children frightens even me. However, with that in mind, I look at my generation, the generation where Goth died, becoming emo kids and Punk.

That of course in mind, I look at people my age. People who HAVE children, or have recently had children. Dawn had a daughter, she was, is, of my generation. Her daughter's name was Mikayla. A little odd, but passable. I look at others in my generation, my ex, my little sister Erin (more accurately, her friends), and I think to myself, "The world's future is already fucked."

How many people out there share this mindset? How many people are going to be worse than Madonna (and how much worse can you get than "Blueberry" for a kid's name?) who are going to name their children things that belong in a fantasy novel.... Daemon, Demonica, Beelzebub. How the fuck are children with names like this going to survive?

Sure, it SOUNDS cool... Great, your kid has an awesome name for movies, or for a halloween entertainer. Maybe even for a musician. But for reality? They can't work in customer service, they'd never be taken seriously in any major profession... "And who is representing the defense?" I am your Honor, Beelzebub Daemon Abyssal Hellfire Johnson.... Oh yeah, believable defense attorney there.

Or, "Hello, thank you for calling this major organization, my name is Daemon Child, how can I help you?" Your name is WHAT?? Did your parents hate you that much? Were you born over a fucking virgin sacrifice or something?

Yeah, sure, it looks GREAT to roleplay online, have a character named Malacoda, demon of pain and despair, or DaemonChylde, or a dozen other different things that ring with creativity and thousand word posts of descriptive vomit that makes you see each step and action as it appears.

But who wants, "Angel of Darkness" or, "Logain Kinslayer" on their birth certificate? Making decisions like this for a child at birth is one of the most immature things a parent could do, and the worst part is, is parents are DOING IT....

I'm an asshole, I should never have children, should never breed, not merely due to my medical condition that is hereditary, but also due to my mental instabilities, as plentiful as they are. However, if I ever DID, by some fluke of nature, adopt a child, impregnate a woman, or some other strange and bizarre twist of my demon spawn clinging like frogs eggs to the inside of my mate's uterus to burst forth like demonic harpies upon maturation.... They would be born with names at least passable in society... Unique, and creative, but realistic... Gregori, Logan, Natasha... So on down the line... Names that can mean more, or the like... I won't name a child Velrik, or Pheonex (as much as I like both of those names), it's just asking for the kid to fail at life.

This line of thought, this topic of conversation in my mind, came about from a facebook post by my little sister Erin... I know she was joking, but as much as I read into that joke, I couldn't help but notice the comment of someone saying, "why not? It's my kids name." And found myself thinking, "Nice parenting. Kid is out of the womb and you've already doomed them to welfare. Grats."

So yeah, this is just a vent of my mind, nothing to take personally, just my opinion. Why? Because for some unknown reason, it bugged me. There it is, enjoy. I'm going back to bed now.

Peace,

Chris.