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Ungehorsam ist die wahre Grundlage der Freiheit.
Gott✝️ & Vaterland.
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Wenn ich Single wäre, wäre es mir egal, ob Frauen nur für ein kostenloses Abendessen mit mir ausgehen. Abendessen ist großartig. Ich liebe Abendessen so sehr. Lass uns schick machen und ein köstliches Essen genießen, während wir die Leute beobachten und lange Gespräche über nichts führen. Versuch, dich nicht zu verlieben, ich fordere dich heraus.
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Ja, du bist eine schreckliche Person. Da du so oft gefragt hast, werde ich es dir sagen. Es sind nicht die "Erziehungsnormen", die falsch sind. Es bist du. Du hast eine Dopaminabhängigkeit und erlaubst dir deshalb, wie ein Kleinkind wütend zu werden, wann immer deine Launen nicht verehrt werden. Es ist so schlimm geworden, dass du keine Zeit mit deinem eigenen Kind verbringen kannst. Es bist du. Deine Frau und deine Kinder verdienen Besseres. Du könntest besser sein. Du könntest besser geben. Stattdessen postest du und gibst der Gesellschaft die Schuld, während dein vierjähriges Kind ungeliebt bleibt. Und das ist monströs.

Justin Murphy4. Jan., 07:11
Am I just a monster? It's been 4 years since I became a father and I'm beginning to fear for my soul. The truth is I just don't like being around kids for very long. Historically, this is not uncommon among fathers, but today it feels almost illegal. It's causing me a lot of confusion and anguish.
The ideal amount of time I would like to spend playing with my kids is probably about 70-140 minutes a week—roughly ten minutes each day, maybe 2x/day, taking breaks from work. My feelings of love toward them are perfectly strong, but if I have to watch them or entertain them for more than about 10 minutes my blood starts to boil. I just want to be working, or accomplishing something. I try to be grateful, but it doesn't work.
It's 9 AM this morning, Saturday, January 3. It's a sunny, warm day here in Austin, and my four-year-old son is begging me to play catch in the street. I was drinking coffee, still waking up, so I didn’t really feel like it, but at this age his desire to play is insatiable. He begged and begged, so I conceded, and with a smile. I have no problem being a kind and loving father, the problem is only that I do not enjoy it. It's not that I'm trying to maximize my personal pleasure; it just seems wrong that I experience so little delight when my dad friends all claim to experience so much.
It was beautiful. We live on a picturesque, tree-lined block. I am even relatively relaxed from the holiday rest. Playing catch with your son is supposed to be an iconic, peak experience. Yet for every single minute, on the inside, I just don't want to be there. I want to be drinking my coffee in peace. Then I feel guilty and absurdly ungrateful, and ashamed, when we're done. I know that when he is a teenager, I'll long to have these days back. I have all of this perspective rationally, and I've been very patient and steadfast trying to digest it, but nothing fixes me emotionally.
Am I a terrible person? Or is my feeling within a certain range of historically normal and it's modern parenting norms that are off? Whether it's my fault or not, I don't even care, I just want to figure this out. Something is wrong and I no longer have the excuse of being new to this.
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