Geez, dude!

I fucking hate kids. I can't stand the little shits, but I tolerate them when I have to be around them.

As for how I talk to them, I don't really talk to them as an adult, but there's no way in hell I'm dumbing myself down to their level, so I'm kinda somewhere in the middle. I basically give them straight answers but, in terms they understand. I also let them get away with being stupid, which most kids are these days. The thing about me is that aside from my immediate family, I can't really be mean to anyone, so while I'd like to tell kids to fuck off every time they talk to me, there's no way I'd actually be able to do this.

The most recent example of this is when some of my family (aunts and cousins and stuff) came down to visit. Being that I'm the "cool cousin with all the games", they naturally gravitated around me and my room the whole time they were here. Of course I'd rather not see them at all, but that was pretty impossible due to my inability to be mean. So I sat there, letting them play all my games (they seriously raped my Rock Band drum set, but I couldn't tell them to stop) and enduring all their inane questions (including the question "Am I asking too many questions?"). If there was ever a time I wanted to kill myself, it was then.

So yeah, kids, not my thing.

Jam it back in, in the dark.