My Sim had another baby. His wife and him were really excited. I've been playing with this same family for awhile. I decided to make this family and then live vicariously through them, which is great because when the child poops or is hungry, the parent feeds him and changes his diaper and everything is good again. Just like raising real children, right? I think there might be some slight differences between my gaming life and real life...just a few. One difference that actually has got me thinking a lot lately is my Sim wife. I created a beautiful woman and then, bonus, I got to choose her traits and what she likes and and it's great. I am getting to a point in my life where I'm becoming complacent. I enjoy being single. I enjoy spending time with myself. I've forgotten about my real desire. My dream. One day, I want to hold a baby in my arms that doesn't have to be passed back to it's parents. I want a child that will do things that make me think, "Ha ha, that is so me." I think the problem is that I want that child so much I forgot the process of actually OBTAINING that child. AKA: a wife. The problem is, I'm pretty amazing. (I wish you could be here to hear the uncontrollable laughter attached to even the slightest thought that I was being serious when I said that last sentence.) I mean, I am a pretty agreeable guy, especially when it comes to making decisions with myself. I like the same movies as myself and I like the same food as myself. I make a pretty good point and so I'm pretty quick to agree with points that I have made. If I need to cut back on some spending, I argue with myself and pout for a moment and then realized that I'm right and that I need to find a way to cut back. I get my sense of humor, if any, and I am happy with my wardrobe. Adding another person to the equation might just mess me up. I'm awful at math and so equations were never my strong suit. I worry that my wife won't be a perfect fit. I also worry that I won't be the perfect man she wants or needs. I can't fix the plumbing, I would be terrible at changing her tires on her car, and I'm pretty sure that my strengths lie in being a housewife. I'm more Mrs. Cleaver than Mr. Cleaver is what I'm getting at here. Then there's the whole mess of compromising with another person and agreeing to disagree and establishing rules for our children. I'm also far too picky. I'm afraid I'm going to just specify myself right out of a future companion. I guess the important things are what I need to focus on: she must love me, love God, and love children. Then, if she loves to wear a black and white polka-dot dress with bright red shoes, that's a bonus. If I walk into the room and she takes my breath away while she's doing the dishes or doing laundry in fuzzy slippers and sweatpants, that's a bonus. If I want to change things up a bit by adding sprinkles and whipped cream to our pancakes in the morning and she thinks that's just about the greatest thing ever, that's another bonus. If she knows the words to "I'm the Greatest Star" or "The Trolley Song" and will sing along with me (but not butcher them like I do) then there's another bonus. But maybe something I'm forgetting are the unexpected bonuses that I may not know about. Maybe that's what makes a bonus so exciting is when it's not planned on and it adds a new dimension that you didn't see before. Maybe the fact alone that she will love me for the rest of our lives and into eternity should be the ultimate bonus. Maybe I'm over thinking things like I always do. I need to come to terms with the fact that love is not a romantic comedy sometimes. Sometimes it's dirty diapers, overdrawn bank accounts, disagreeable in-laws, and fighting over whether to get a cat or a dog. (we're getting a cat.) It's a balance between relishing in the good times, and learning and growing from the bad times and I guess once I can find that balance, I'll be ready to start on the road to...gulp...dating and eventual marriage so that I can have my perfectly imperfect life. A life that will make my Sim's jealous.