Achtung baby

Me, holding my sister for the first time.

It’s baby time in France. So many of them in a couple of months. I’m afraid for them, their future. But for now when they are babies and discovering the world, being the cutest tyrants literally pooping the weirdest shit with their brand new buttholes, they’re great. You don’t see time go by. I remember that with my lil’ sister. I took that time very seriously, observing how fascinating it is to have a small human grow up. The first laughs and first steps, fucking amazing. The puppy effect.

But that’s the start, the easy part. Then they are twenty and don’t know what to do in life and in the world of today, it’s more dramatic than at any time previously in history.

That early 2010 generation is going to end up hating us so hard when they’ll understand what world we’re leaving them with. "hey it’s the boomers’ fault, those greedy fuckers” would be my answer but that doesn’t solve anything.

I think I would do a pretty good dad. I know too much attention is the worst and I know what damages no attention at all brings in, so I’d be able to balance it out. Thanks to a life filled with great women, I took notes and I’d be good at nurturing her/him. I already have this role business wise. Counseling stuff, I’m good at that.

But maybe I would be the worst a “I’ve been through this you’ll go through this too you little bitch” asshole-ish type. Or maybe I would destroy his hopes and trust because I would tell him how the world is everything but far from being fair.

Whatever. I don’t have kids!