Spoilt Brats
Mr Newton sighs, "ever known anyone so spoilt you would love to strangle? I lived with a Paris Hilton-a-like who complained about everything, stomped her feet and whinged till she got her way. There was a happy ending though: she had to drop out of uni due to becoming pregnant after a one night stand..."
Who's the spoiltest person you've met? Has karma come to bite them yet? Or did you in fact end up strangling them? Uncle B3ta (and the serious crimes squad) wants to know.
( , Thu 9 Oct 2008, 14:11)
Mr Newton sighs, "ever known anyone so spoilt you would love to strangle? I lived with a Paris Hilton-a-like who complained about everything, stomped her feet and whinged till she got her way. There was a happy ending though: she had to drop out of uni due to becoming pregnant after a one night stand..."
Who's the spoiltest person you've met? Has karma come to bite them yet? Or did you in fact end up strangling them? Uncle B3ta (and the serious crimes squad) wants to know.
( , Thu 9 Oct 2008, 14:11)
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Me!
I went to public school then one of the posher Universities and I was SPOILT. I'd grown up in a vast house in Kensington and used to feel sorry for people who lived in terraced houses. The idea that neighbours could be separated from you by only a wall completely freaked me out. At Uni I had a wacking great monthly allowance and a car... you get the picture.
I never looked down on anyone (far too insecure to do that) but I never got round to imagining what life must be like for anyone who wasn't in my shoes. I fear then that I must often have given the impression of brattishness. It simply never occurred to me that I was 'flashing' cash - I was just buying things.
Unfortunately what I mostly bought was heroin, which made me feel better about coming from an emotionally illiterate family that sent me away to boarding school aged seven where I was systematically abused.
I was in rehab by 21; I'd pissed away my trust fund by 35 and I now live in a house where the neighbours are often audible through a thin wall.
I know the knee-jerk reaction when you see a braying idiot in a rugby shirt is to feel a curious blend of repulsion and envy, but there are some wounded souls amongst them. Do as you would have done to you.
( , Tue 14 Oct 2008, 16:15, 4 replies)
I went to public school then one of the posher Universities and I was SPOILT. I'd grown up in a vast house in Kensington and used to feel sorry for people who lived in terraced houses. The idea that neighbours could be separated from you by only a wall completely freaked me out. At Uni I had a wacking great monthly allowance and a car... you get the picture.
I never looked down on anyone (far too insecure to do that) but I never got round to imagining what life must be like for anyone who wasn't in my shoes. I fear then that I must often have given the impression of brattishness. It simply never occurred to me that I was 'flashing' cash - I was just buying things.
Unfortunately what I mostly bought was heroin, which made me feel better about coming from an emotionally illiterate family that sent me away to boarding school aged seven where I was systematically abused.
I was in rehab by 21; I'd pissed away my trust fund by 35 and I now live in a house where the neighbours are often audible through a thin wall.
I know the knee-jerk reaction when you see a braying idiot in a rugby shirt is to feel a curious blend of repulsion and envy, but there are some wounded souls amongst them. Do as you would have done to you.
( , Tue 14 Oct 2008, 16:15, 4 replies)
Nope
I know the knee-jerk reaction when you see a braying idiot in a rugby shirt is to feel a curious blend of repulsion and envy.
"and envy"?
( , Tue 14 Oct 2008, 18:29, closed)
I know the knee-jerk reaction when you see a braying idiot in a rugby shirt is to feel a curious blend of repulsion and envy.
"and envy"?
( , Tue 14 Oct 2008, 18:29, closed)
^this^
I've never aspired to be a braying idiot in a rugby shirt, I've never wanted what they have.
( , Tue 14 Oct 2008, 20:54, closed)
I've never aspired to be a braying idiot in a rugby shirt, I've never wanted what they have.
( , Tue 14 Oct 2008, 20:54, closed)
I don't know...
...people tend to feel not so much jealous of the braying idiots as of the trappings of their wealth, their (admittedly ill-founded) self-confidence and their cossetted oblivion to the suffering of others.
( , Wed 15 Oct 2008, 16:42, closed)
...people tend to feel not so much jealous of the braying idiots as of the trappings of their wealth, their (admittedly ill-founded) self-confidence and their cossetted oblivion to the suffering of others.
( , Wed 15 Oct 2008, 16:42, closed)
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