Running like an ant in jello

Every so often someone will forward me one of these "Get to know your friends" things where you answer a few random questions. Typically I will answer them if A) I think their feelings will be hurt if I don't respond, B) I see something I think I can make a good joke of, and/or C) I am in one of my random moods.
Lo and behold someone sent me one the other day. I saw a couple things I thought might be funny, so I filled it out in a half-way manner, not really putting serious effort into it.
Oops.
First off, I completely missed two or three of the questions and accidentally left other people's answers in. For instance, the guy who sent it to me has two children and answered he wanted 2. I did not even see that in there and left it blank.
Let me clarify...I want zero children. They terrify me. My greatest fear in life is to have a responsibility I cannot meet, and I know of no greater responsibility than the proper rearing of children. It is a fearsome and awesome responsibility. I have far more respect for a good and effective parent than for any "world leader" or charitable figure or celebrity. They took on and accomplished one of if not the hardest thing ever, and they did a good job.
I would not do a good job. With the kids of others I can be patient and kind and attentive. With my own...no patience, perhaps a streak of cruelty...no. I would not know how to educate them.
Not that I cannot teach. I believe back when I was teaching the Junior High/High School class at church in St. Helens and leading the Bible studies outside of class that I was effective and got valuable information into their heads.
However, when I was trying to teach my brothers and sisters how to play basketball I found myself irritable and sharp, impatient and mean. That has haunted me for years.
When I was trying to teach Andrea Raw Deal or some other game I was impatient, sharp, perhaps a little bit mean.
For some reason, I hurt the ones I love. I cannot teach them.
All of this has been an aside as I get to the main point.
One of the questions had to do with what quality you despise in others. I think I saw...let me think for a minute...8? I think 8 or 9 answers. And if I recall correctly, every one mentioned dishonesty.
Of course, my little sidetrack into why I do not want kids has totally derailed my thought process, so I will leave you with this: Sally sells seashells down by the seashore where little baby buggy bumpers transport the answer to how much would could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood. Film at 11.