Far from the deadlines

In the grand social circus of life, there exists a peculiar breed of inquisitive individuals, those who seem to have an insatiable curiosity about the reproductive plans of others. They masquerade under various guises – relatives you encounter once in a blue moon, friends who meet occasionally, and even the people you just met – all united by their burning desire to know why you haven't yet succumbed to the siren call of parenthood. These self-proclaimed "open-minded," "educated," and "understanding" folks often take personal offense when met with the simple response of "we aren't interested." It's as if your decision to not procreate is a direct affront to their own life choices, a challenge to their deeply ingrained belief that procreation is the ultimate purpose of human existence. Amongst this inquisitive bunch, the relatives are a special breed. They're the ones who pop up at weddings, their curiosity piqued by your childless