I do not like it when people try to discredit my feelings because I am "only twenty-three." Granted, I know that twenty-three is really fairly young and I have many, many things to do and see and learn. Still, after completing my first year of teaching, I am finally coming to terms with the fact that I am an adult. And while I am younger than all of my departmental coworkers, I pay taxes (well, not pay, but file), I pay rent, I pay bills and I am totally financially independent. That is not to say that they do not do these things; rather, I want to point out that I do all of these things that they do, too.

So while I am fairly young, I am still technically an adult and really resent when they try to discredit my feelings and opinions because I am "just a baby" (that is a direct quote).

For instance, on the subject of children...

I think that I might really like to be a mom someday. When/If I ever find the right person with whom I can share my life, I would really like to become a parent. I have minimal desire to carry said baby around in a fairly parasitic relationship for 9 months and then push it out through my hoo-hoo in a most painful manner. I just don't.

So obviously I'm considering other options, namely adoption. Except for I'm not really considering them yet because, you know, I have no coparent in sight.

At any rate, when I tried to explain my feelings to my (breeder) coworkers, they all tsk tsked and insisted that my feelings would change once my horomones changed because, you know, I'm only twenty-three.

I hate that. Drives me nuts. What do they really know about me besides the fact that I am awesome and I am a lesbian? Seriously. They know nothing. And I'm also kind of annoyed by the implication that it's my duty to pop out babies like a sort of gumball machine or something.

I so don't want to. Gross.

This might all sound ridiculous. Let's write it off as an immature rant from someone who is only twenty-three and therefore incapable of having any real feelings on any subject.