hell is being childless at a children’s birthday party. said party was replete with pairs of over-anxious parents in various stages of zealousness, comparing infant formulas, toddler speech patterns, the relative merits of accessible attire and accoutrements, toys and books leading up to pre-school educational systems. lest one be accused of antipathy against infants (more than a fair share were carried, hugged, fed and played with), let it be pointed out that even the most engaged non-parent in such an scenario cannot but be marginalised in a flurry of feeding, fussing and family. redundant in identity.
i found employment as party video-cam operator.
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