A few days ago, when I was talking to my mom on the phone, I finally broke down. I said, “It’s just like how everyone said high school would be awesome and it was awful and then college would be great and I hated it and now everyone is telling me that being a mom will suck at first but then it will be wonderful. What if it’s not? I want to do something I enjoy for a change, something for me!” As selfish and childish as it was, it was the truth. I was tired of working so hard to make everything come together under pressure. I finally had my chance, after 3 miserable years at a college my parents adored, to do something all about me and my dreams. I know the world has rules and (this program’s) rules are especially tough, but those were the rules I wanted to play by now. I guess those rules don’t allow for a baby at 22.This says it all about the entitlement generation, everything is for "ME!" How incredibly selfish; the only reason she has the "right" to kill her child is because her parents weren't as selfish as she.
The entire focus of this essay was ‘I’ and ‘me’ and ‘my’. Look how often those words show up. Nothing much about ‘baby’ or ‘he’ or ‘she’ unless it was how the baby would inconvenience the mom. Selfish!
This writer (if this is a for real story) is certainly not ready to be a mom. You have to give to be one! Too bad she is so self focused that she couldn’t give her child to someone who would put themselves aside and love it as their own.
It is interesting that she waxes self-centeredly poetic about doing something *just for her*....I thought that’s what she was doing when she conceived: Satisfying her own hedonistic desires with reckless abandon.
Now she has aggrandized her murderous irresponsiblilty to some sort of higher moral plane.
Depravity is so ugly.