Just wanted some insight here; apparently I'm some kind of heartless somebody because I don't want kids, ever. Kids are a huge hassle that I don't want to deal with, they usually grow up to be disappointments, and above all of that I wouldn't want me to be responsible for bringing yet another human being into this awful world we've got. They also cut in greatly on the intimacy between the husband and wife when it's just the two of them and not a bunch of pitter-pattering feet running around. Also I'm not too sure I'd be the best of dads, and given that I like a good deal of peace and quiet (and considering all the other reasons I mentioned above) NOT having kids is a no-brainer. So what about that makes me heartless or cold? I've talked about this quite a number of times with girls I know and they all are gung-ho about having kids when they get married. I don't think they quite understand what it's like. I've seen it time and time again with women that want kids: they finally get married, then they get pregnant and all the subsequent "oh how beautiful she looks when she's pregnant" nonsense, then she actually has the kid and the proverbial puppy that she's always wanted suddenly ain't as fun as what she thought it was. Then there's the mutual getting woken up at zero dark thirty in the morning by screaming, teething offspring and NOT getting back to sleep again until about the time that you have to get going about the day, and all for what? What is the point of having kids? Is it for the personal enjoyment of watching them grow and develop into whatever they become? If that's the reason, then I would suggest that any woman wanting to have kids get a houseplant instead. They don't wet their diaper, stay out late or get into trouble at school, and if they start to get out of hand, you either prune them or throw them out all together. It's a win-win.