Hi, iam in a deep situation. My whole life school life was so easy, i went to a private school and got everything i wanted. Now that iam finished my parents say the want to show me the realities of a cruel world and expect me to study and work at the same time, thats pathetic, how do they expect me to do both at once.
Anyway may parents have put conditions in my Trustfund. I have to complete a Degree as well as have a certain amount of work years experience this is f**king bullsh*t. I hate working and whats the point if iam going to get millions in a few years anyway. I hate the average life style and having to work behind bars, Iam the guy that can go out score beautiful women and buy $500 bottles of bubbly. What the f**k is wrong with my Parents? Being average sucks. Is it normal to feel this why?
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I mean, you are COMPLETELY dependent upon them.
They say jump, you say how high?
In reality it kinda diminishes your "winner" image.
No, when they say jump, he posts a message on this site saying "MY PARENTS WANT ME TO JUMP BUT I'M SPOILED! WHAT DO I DO! WAAAA!!"
Yeah, your parents are just trying to set you straight. It will be good for you. Just rest assured knowing that even if you fail once or twice or over and over again... they're always a safety blanket to fall back on. Many people don't have that privilege.
You HAVE to have money to be happy?
HAH! i grew up with hardly anything, and now i'm quite happy.
We have enough, and i have a job, study AND i balance my social life.
it may be normal for you to feel like taht, but my god. Take a look at life!
But you are still just yourself and nothing better.
You just happen to be sitting in an expensive car... being full of yourself without really having anything to back it up with.
Not excactly the kind of person anybody with brains would want to hang out with.
I guess your parents figured that out that too.
"Screw you, M'Lord."
Mr. Toad himself, on the other hand, was a spoiled heir who pissed the Toad Fortune away on Mororcars. Toad Hall got taken over by Weasels.
but dont use this as an excuse but it isnt all your fault your spoiled rotten, its mainly your parents fault your like how you are , a very spoiled brat. because bad parents make bad kids and parents who always let their kids get what they want makes their kids get used to that and used to everything being there that they need or want and the kids grow up spoiled and rotten. But i bet if your parents made it hard on you or atleast like a middle class family type thing ( you dont get everything you want but you still dont have to work for everything) you wouldnt be spoiled right now and be arrogant and saying all those things.
Well fuck you, fauntleroy! Middle class trash? Let me share a little something with you that mommy-kins and daddy-kins maybe never did.
Without US (meaning the "Middle Class Trash") you, yer worship, would most likely be eating out of a KFC garbage container sometime soon.
So you like being rich hmmm? Great. Good for you. How does your day go, get up around the crack of noon, go down to where your breakfast is waiting - prepared for you, no doubt, then zooming off in your sportscar to tete'-a-tete' with all your oh so rich asshole friends?
Now lets look at the flip side, once mommy and daddy have gone to the great bank vault in the sky.
The "trash" you speak of fixes your food, because your oh so privilaged ass has probably never learned how to make so much as oatmeal and have it be edible.
That car you love so much? Wonder what you'd do if you ever got a flat or a blown spark plug and Auto Club wasn't around? (And I pray that it happens to you about 3:00am in the worst neighborhood in your town)
Your big fancy house? Ever wonder how your friends would react if they came over and it was the pigsty that YOU leave it in? Because You never learned how to clean, as THAT kind of thing is "Beneath" you.
For that matter, I bet you would smell raunchy enough that even your little prosti-girls might think twice about sucking the royal penis - if it wasn't for the "trash" who washes your clothes and primps and pampers you to keep you from stinking. You certainly don't have the brains to operate a washer/dryer.
So yes, go right ahead and badmouth "the Trash" -but make sure you do it where we can't hear you. You might find that we Unpampered types can get even in ways that you can't imagine whilst playing with your platnum rubber duck in your mink lined bathtub.
Ever see a movie called "Trading Places"? If there is a God, I PRAY that you wind up homeless on the street, just for a month or two in December.
Wake up to reality you spoiled little rich twat!
Better yet, hire me to make your perfect life livable. Pay me a fortune to keep you up and running you high maintinence bastard. You can trust me...I promise massah!
October - Middle Class and Comfortable!