I seem to think there have been times when I get on with him, but there are times when I don't especially when he's being hyper, running around, trying to distract you with what he's watching on his mum's phone, having tantrums and so on. I've sometimes wondered to myself why I've complained a number of times about not having kids of my own because some of my peers have and at the same time, a part of my brain seems uninterested in them but I complain because it just feels that for adults in their 20s and 30s, they ''have to follow the Joneses'' regardless of whether they want to or not because that's what we humans do and that's why I feel like the only one who hasn't ''moved forward'' because others have kids.