Mini-humans. What's the allure of having them? Most, if not all, of the children I see strike me as whining, obnoxious little urchins, something on par with my current avatar, and yet people are constantly telling me that they were the defining and most wonderful point of their lives. I'm only 21 and so I obviously have no will or want to spawn any time soon, but I really can't see me ever wanting to give up my freedom and go through what I see as complete hell (parenthood). I want a commitment like I want the bubonic plague. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not critisizing any parents here, but I really can't understand why people like to have them. God knows I'd be an atrocious father which is part of the reason I don't want them, the other part being that I'm so not ready for them. My dad always said that if I wanted to get rich I should never have kids (my dad has a sense of humour like mine, which is to say he's evil) and I can see the wisdom in this. Maybe I'm just selfish; a purely noble trait, as far as I'm concerned, when it doesn't negatively affect others. I can't see that children will give me a sense of completeness or productivity but rather only drag me down into a pit of profound incarceration, if I may be so melodramatic. So can any parent here explain what's so great about having ankle-biters? Maybe I've just been corrupted by the life-sucking vampires in Huggies on the public transportation system, but I just don't understand it.