I'll tell myself, or the computer, which knew

I should stop talking about myself so much.
But what else do I know about?
Not that much.
I know now that I want to have kids someday.
I would be interested in the smallest things. Whether they like Pepsi or Coke? I used to like Diet Pepsi but now I just cant stand it. What tv shows would they like? Would it be hard to get them to brush their teeth? I used to wipe the paste all over my face and make mustaches with my brothers. Will they hate me when they become teenagers? Will they pick at their food? Will they beg for a puppy, color on the walls, throw grapes, feed the dog chocolate, dress themselves up, sing for me? And then i'll want them to be really great athletes. But I think i'll just want them to really love something. art. music. writing. acting. Im already scared that they wont Really love anything. That they'll just get a job, and never participate. I dont care if they're reallys shy and dye their hair black. Hopefully they wont get any tattoos and not tell me. I hope they trust me.

And then i'll tell them about me. Just like Im telling you now. They probably wont care. I didnt care when my parents told me about them. Its so boring. No one wants to be told. You want to find out on your own.