We all have ideas and dreams of how we want our lives to unfold, and except for rare occasions, those ideas and dreams usually change with time. Maybe you wanted to grow up to be a fireman when you were eight but ended being a cubicle accountant because as it turned out, you are afraid of fire, water and ladders. Maybe you wanted to become a successful farmer as a child, but ended up as a drug addict in your twenties. Granted cocaine is a product from harvested plants, but as a brainless teenager, your affection and care for ordinary crops and livestock, were suddenly equal to the damage done to your rental car during spring break.

However; some things does not change despite of cultural impressions and transfer to adulthood. Some things remain as clear to you on your 29th birthday as they did when you were 14 and had your first beer. In my case that one thing is kids – I don’t want them! I might agree to smile politely at them, but the day that I become a father is the day I realize that someone stole a handful of my soldiers, or fired two shotgun shells at my supply of infantry helmets. It is not that I would be a bad father in fact I am quite confident that I would be an excellent father, but as a father I would also be as miserable as a dog chained in the rain. In some ways my psyche is perfectly tuned; I can make sense most complex issues and I always find a sensible approach to the unwanted tasks in front of me, I just can’t fathom why I should have children when I have fun and so much freedom without them.

Lately I have, delightfully, watched the first three seasons of “How I met your mother”. I loved all aspects of that show, even the few melodramatic situations in it, and I was anxious to get started on season 4. What the fuck happened in season 4?! The happiest bachelor-minded quintet on earth turned into a mixture of “Full house”, the bloody “Everybody loves… someone” show and “King of the Hill”. It became a medley of morality, marriage and baby stories and when Neil Patrick Harris, in the shape of Barney Stinson, became a Teddy bear holding a baby sock, I decided enough was enough. Barney is not an icon of mine but I did value his approach to many show topics.

I am not suggesting that you have to steer through your life without family commitments, but it is never the less, the course that I have plotted on my life map and steadily steered towards for many years now. I am just not ready to relinquish my undeniable chance to succeed in life on my own, and people who claim that parenting is something you can’t prepare for but will succeed in once you become a parent, are unfortunates who ran out of stuff to do!

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