Now, I know what you're thinking. "How dare she not fulfill her sole purpose as a woman and give birth to the new generation?!" As wonderful as that sounds, have you ever thought that maybe I wanted to spend my time and my life doing other things?

I will be the first to admit that children are cute, but then again, so is a puppy. But my thing is, why is it that I am told that without children, I'll get lonely, I'll be bored, or that I'll have trouble finding things to do with my time? Instead, they should be saying, without children, you won't be so sleep deprived, you won't strain your voice telling them to "stop that" or to "stop running."

Now now, I may not be able to understand the joys of motherhood or how great it is to bring another life into this world. But, what I do know is the honor of coming to a quiet home, the satisfaction of knowing that I can go out in public without having to worry about the whereabouts of my child, and the amazing feeling of not having my pelvic region being split in half.

My gender should not convict me of being stuck with a certain social standard. I should not be ridiculed because of my life decisions.

In my opinion, not every woman is fit to be a mother, and I will be the first to admit that I believe I lack the skills of successful parenting. My patience is wearing thin as I try to type this article inside a McDonald's and this child continuously hops over the chairs into the booth I am in, while his mother is distracted by her phone call.

Don't get me wrong; I'm all for gawking at the coos and gum-filled smiles of babies and listening to the darnest things that young children say, but I always remember the lifelong commitment that is made when having children. That isn't a commitment that I'm necessarily ready to jump into.

I know how selfish this may sound, that I refuse to bring another life into this world, because of my own personal wants and desires. However, at least I can admit that my actions are selfish and not become the next statistic of creating something I can't, or refuse to take care of.

I can only graze the surface of fathoming what it is like to have a child, a small piece of yourself growing up and going into the world. However, I simply do not care to bear something so beautiful into a world that is so ugly. I have more to offer than the capabilities of my reproductive organs. So please, while you're holding your breath for me to have children, go tend to yours, because I plan on doing other things.