43 and of little value
I'm a 43 year old man. I have no children. I am in a long term relationship where I raised her son from a previous relationship. I'm realizing now that by not having children, I am biologically insignificant. I have literally consumed resources on this planet and done nothing of value.
I guess I'm a cuck. Fit for being a worker bee and a cog in the system, not for reproduction. I wish I had known years ago, so I could have not bothered with any of it. I won't hurt myself, but I wish I hadn't been born.
@supalark I'm sorry, me too
Create something. Not kids but anything of value. You can create a product, experience, emotion, anything. Give back. You already did with someone else’s kid. My parents were sh*t and the rays of relief were their s.o.’s who occasionally became my step parents. Appreciate that someone might appreciate you for stepping in. Procreating doesn’t make you biologically significant, nor the other way around. (You actually define that for yourself. Have you helped life? Done so in a significant way? Booyow. You’re significant.) Be a ray of light in the world. That’s real significance and it doesn’t revolve around procreation.
Check out Erik Erikson and his theory of development. At this point in your life it’s about regeneration and passing things on the the next generation. This could be why you are feeling like this right now. The point of this phase is making sure the next generation is prepared and giving back and contributing to that. So, give back and contribute. Create something. Give your advice. Whatever it is that you can give. You do not have to give a human being to the planet in order to be a value. There are too many human beings on this planet as it is. The ones that are already here. (It seems like you may have already been doing this even if there may not seem obvious gratitude from your girlfriend and unofficial step son. 😉)
Thank you all for the feedback.
Nothing is going to make this better. It is my assigned lot in life, but thankfully, I'm already halfway through it. Every day, I realize how little value I have.
I'd like to think I contributed to his life, but perhaps it's not all that. His father (he's a decent guy) showed up as a personal Santa Claus a few times a year. He's much closer to his biological father. Genetics wins.
My girlfriend chose who to have a child with, and it was not me. Sure, there's logical reasons, but when it comes down to pure biology, there was one that was worthy and one that was not. I am ultimately the inferior one.
I figure at 43, I'm more than halfway through life. I mostly want to figure out how to shut up and stop whining about my fate, and just assume my role as an insignificant worker bee.