Sometimes. Usually the thoughts that come in mind are pain during intercourse and child birth. And the fact that you part ways with your family to live with the family on the male side. Seems tough...
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have been born in North Korea?
A given mission, mechanical assault, manufactured devotion.
Red eyes, an upside-down form. Even the twisted shape was made to be that way.
No matter how cruel the slaughter, worse than a demon's,
or how gentle the kindness, greater than an angel's,
a machine has neither will nor madness—only code, and a few bugs.
So why, then, does it feel so unbearably sad?