PostSecret is a weekly blog featuring homemade postcards portraying people’s secrets. The postcards are mailed anonymously, and the secrets range from cute and funny to pathetic and heartbreaking. I stumbled across PostSecret in 2005 and became hopelessly addicted. To commemorate my six-year anniversary of PostSecret addiction and because some secrets are too awesome, crazy, or stupid to be forgotten, I am going to pick my favorite secret from the blog each Sunday and share my thoughts on it.
This week’s favorite: No More Procreation Anxiety
I feel relieved for this person. Maybe I’m young and ignorant, but I don’t think reproduction, for most people, should be a default, because most people, whether they like it or not, suck at bearing and raising children. I base my conclusion on the preponderance of homeless/under-educated/clinically retarded/handicapped/boring/obese/ugly/unbathed/unshaven/poorly dressed/anorexic/depressed/hypocritically feministic/righteously vegetarian/hipster people that surround me every day in the glorious, progressive, 21st-century metropolis of San Francisco. Maybe it’s just me, but looking at these people saps my faith in the human race and fills me with a desire for genocide.
Or maybe I should just get out of San Francisco.