I fucking hate children and them schizo parents.

I hate them. Hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate. Hate.<br><br>The number of times I’ve been squeezed and grabbed by random children at the park because their parents are too lazy to discipline them or care. Usually they grab my head and squeeze my ears.<br><br>I’ve had children randomly hit using sticks and rocks. Again, I ask them to stop, and the parents tell me to fuck off because I shouldn’t be telling their children what to do.<br><br>Children that are too big for car seats riding in the front seat with their feet on the dash because their parents are too lazy to make them wear a seatbelt.<br><br>I saw a kid sticks his hand out of the window and wipe his snot all over the side of the car and his parents did nothing but laugh.<br><br>Parents that don’t teach their kids to say please and thank you.<br><br>Parents that don’t discipline their children for hitting other kids at school.<br><br>Parents that let their kids throw trash on the ground.<br><br>Children that get upset over losing and start crying and having meltdowns while the parents coddle them. <br><br>Children that don’t know how to lose and always have to win.<br><br>I hate kids and I hate parents even more. If you can’t handle raising children, then you have no business having them. I can’t stand people that procreate and can’t raise their children right.<br><br>Edit: To all the parents defending their parenting and telling me to have kids it’s hard- I don’t plan on having kids. It’s a hard job, I’ll give you that. Give me a million dollars and a mansion and I still wouldn’t have kids.