• MiddleWeigh@lemmy.world
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    For me, it was the year I turned 22. At that point I was older than both parents when they had me. I realized how incompetent i was, and how little life I had lived, completely incapable of raising a human. My parents sacrificed a shit load just for me to be alive, and did their best in the time they were born into, and all the external forces at work on a young mind, and the choices at hand. I still don’t have kids lol.

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      I don’t know how long ago that was for you, but I hope you don’t feel like that anymore.

      FWIW 22 seems awful young to be having kids.

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        re: 22 - totally agree, we waited another decade and I think were just barely ready even then. I have peers that had kids at 18 and they’re graduating college, that blows my mind.

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    whoa interesting observation. I’m coming up on this, if I read right. Born in 76 - so 24 years before and after…

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    32 was a birthday I looked forward to. It was the point where I had known my wife for half of my life.

    For some reason, 48 didn’t seem significant.

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    My birthday a few years ago, I realized I had lived exactly half of my life before 9/11 and half after 9/11.

    Then I got depressed because from that point forward, the majority of my existence would be in a post 9/11 world.