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35 Spoiled Folks Online Share Their Moments Of Realizing How Different The Real World Really Is
People grow up in all kinds of families, with different views and a bunch of contrasting opinions. Your whole personality gets influenced by what goes on behind the closed doors of your home, whether your folks are genuinely good humans or not. No one can run away from adopting their parents' character traits – it's just a matter of time, and it all depends on the person's future independent life.
Some are brought up in entitled and affluent families, where basic human values are overshadowed by cash and comfortability. They live in their magical world of lavishness while turning a blind eye to reality – though there are instances when ignoring the actual world is completely and utterly impossible.
An online user decided to take it to one of Reddit's communities and ask formerly entitled folks to reveal what specific encounter managed to change their spoiled outlook on life. The post received over 20K upvotes and 7.6K comments worth of gripping and, at times, emotional stories.
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I was a spoiled rotten child and also into my teen years. My parents bought me a brand new red convertible for my 16th birthday. I threw a fit over it because what I actually wanted was my brother's old car (that we still had) which was dark blue in colour. I was so shallow and a horrible person back then..
So what really turned me around? That next summer I took a job as a camp counselor at a local day camp. I did not have to work but I was bored and sounded like something easy to do. God, I was so wrong. This day camp was specifically geared to the lower classes who could not afford child care during the summer. We served them breakfast, lunch, and an afternoon snack. For a lot of the camp kids this was all they would eat that day and on Friday's they would beg for extra food/snacks to take home for themselves and/or their siblings because they may not get to eat again until Monday. This really hit me hard but the part that got me the most..
This one kid (around 5-6) would refuse to take their shoes and socks off, even if we were going to the public pool that day. I couldn't understand why until one day he came in limping, like his feet were causing him so much pain. I convinced him to let me help him get his shoes and socks so I could see what might be bothering him. Once I did, it took everything in me not to break down right there. His socks were covered in blood. His poor tiny little feet were covered in sores and his toes seemed to curl under a bit. He was in so much pain from the state of his feet. As it turns out, he had been wearing shoes about 3 sizes too small. His family couldn't afford new shoes. I took my lunch break and went out to buy him new socks and a few pairs of shoes.
This broke me..which I definitely needed. It changed my way of thinking forever.
Sorry about the length.
I was a school bus driver in the 70s. During height of court ordered busing, so I ferried poor kids to the rich side of town, then rich kids the other way. Lots of entitled brats but one stands out. Super entitled kid, constantly defying rules. Eventually I caught him (with too many witnesses) attempting to set a bus seat on fire with his lighter. School officials were called.
Hearing with officials and rich dad -- and he's banned from all buses rest of semester. Dad offers to pay for the damage and quietly accepts the punishment. Then comes the surprise.
Next morning when I arrive at 6:00 am to clean my bus (regular task every morning), rich kid and Dad are standing there. Dad introduces me to my "new personal bus cleaner" for the rest of the year. He brings kid every morning and forces him to wash and clean the floors on my bus before taking him on to his school. By end of year, entitled kid is actually working hard, and being friendly. We're getting along pretty well and I help him out sometimes so he can get on to school. Kid turns out OK when all is over.
Good move by his Dad.
Aw! Parents should be like this, instead of just yelling at their kids. Kids aren't evil, but they don't fully get the severity of what they do.
Parents make all the difference between decent human beings and spoiled brats.
And mentally healthy people, or damaged human beings. People need to be careful in so many ways with their kids.
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People perceived as “rich” are almost always perceived as “spoiled” as well, mainly because the “spoiled rich kid who gets away with everything” is the story that we always hear about. Here we see a “wealthy” parent teaching his child how to be a decent human being.
My husband is a plumber, and had a job working for a company that did work in rather wealthy areas. One time he's doing a small job at the home of "old money" sorts. They had an 8 year son, who had his friends over, and they were discussing their trust funds, and how they were invested. My husband said it was amazing they knowledge they had. The father told my husband that this was his responsibility to learn, just as he had to learn it when he was a kid. The kids were incredibly polite to my husband. So, not all rich people are asses.
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I appreciate any parent that uses "punishment" as a teaching moment when a mistake is made . Dad could have just ground him but he gave up his own time every day to allow his son to grow.
Good on the dad for making his child take responsibility for his actions. I know a lot of parents that would blame everything and everyone else, and never even fathom that their child is not, in fact, perfect.
Karma to that kid! But what shocks me is WHY THE HECK WHOULD YOU SET A BUS SEAT ON FIRE!
Those lessons at a young age are really important. Might just change his entire life.
Unless you lived in the country you got a bus if you lived in the town limits you walked and I never remember a snow day! Kids today need more exercise let them walk to school!
This is one cool dad. If I pulled a stunt like this back then, I will get the living s**t beat out of me and probably walked funny for the rest of the year.
Sometimes, all it takes is a parent to let you know you aren't the rich one! Also, for said parent to realize your kid needs boundaries and rules to live by. And help you understand that it takes hard work and a good work ethic to finally feel good about yourself!
At 20, when I started dating my now husband. He was raised by a single mom who worked three jobs and they still barely got by, while my mom was a SAHM and my dad was/is successful in his line of work.
Husband and I went to high school together. At the beginning of every school year my parents would easily drop $15k on me and my sister for school clothes; my husband would go with our HS secretary to get clothes that were paid for by the school district. I didn't even know that was a thing....
Yes, I am aware and I agree that this is a stupid amount of money to spend on clothing. To clarify, a large portion of that amount was spent on designer items/accessories.
I have no idea why we went to the same school, I wasn't in charge of creating the imaginary dividing lines of our city.
My husband and I have known each other for years and were always friends. We got together a couple years after high school for a drunken night complaining about exes, and discovered we share a lot of the same ideals about relationships in general. We moved in together three weeks later lol.
Yes, he makes decent money now, and yes, he's handsome as f**k. Sometimes I just stare at him and I'm just like, "how?"
Also, my parents are wealthy, I am not. We live modestly, and have verrrrrry little wiggle room every month, but I truly and honestly don't give a s**t because we are really f**king happy!
I grew up living in a huge hotel. Kind of like your Suite Life of Zack and Cody thing except that I was a spoiled young kid. When I was 7, I'd have a nanny put on my socks, wear my school uniform everyday etc. I had four nannies before that and they all left. I made one cry once because I yelled at her for not helping me with my math homework. I slapped another one. She left 3 months later.
It hit me hard a year or two later when my dad had to travel overseas to work so I was stuck with that one particular nanny named Tina. My dad didn't really send a lot of money back to us and so we had to live in a cramped apartment since we needed to move out of that particular hotel. I hated my nanny at the beginning because she was just so damn strict. Turns out that she was doing this because she wanted us to change, and we did.
Because my dad didn't send enough money and didn't want to (stingy guy), we had to ration our food on some days and I couldn't go to many school activities because we didn't have a car like we used to. And we didn't have enough money. This was hard on my brother and I because we went to a private international school so it was really hard not trying to show others our personal struggle. It was even harder on me as I was a prefect at that school, and so not attending school activities/extracurricular stuff was the worst.
During that period, I learnt so much and begun to empathize properly. I learnt to socialize with my neighbours, be independent, and this made me enjoy my childhood living in that apartment more than I ever did living in a hotel. I owe it all to my nanny to be honest. I consider her my surrogate mom now regardless of the rough beginning and I honest to god, would not have changed one single bit if it wasn't for her.
What happened with the Dad? I am glad you had someone who truly cared for you.
When I was working at a public library, we had a few local celebrities come in from time to time. Most of them were nice, but one had a real stick up his a**e. He would b***h about having to stand in line, and about late fees, and about everything else. We would just say "sorry, those are the rules" or "thank you for being patient" even though he wasn't.
One day, he and I were apparently both having a bad day, and when I told him there was a limit on how many DVDs or video games he could check out at a time, he slammed his hands on the desk and raged, "Do you know who I am?!" This is a grown-a** man, mind, I was a little college student who barely looked old enough to drive. I was sick of his low-key bullying, so I just looked at him and said, "Yes, I do, Mr. X, and the rules still apply to you. Which of these would you like me to put back?"
He was stunned. I don't think anyone had ever actually told him that the rules for everyone else did in fact apply to him as well. He was a little nicer after that. Not a lot nicer, but still.
I was spoiled, a slight egomaniac, and raised in a upper middle class private school setting. I was the oldest grandson of a large Catholic family; and my mom would argue with my teachers in my defense even if I was caught cheating.
My reality check was a cancer diagnosis at 16. Having to truly suffer and watch other children suffer altered my perspective forever. I am eternally grateful for my cancer diagnosis for preventing me from becoming a terrible adult.
I grew up in an upper middle class family near Chicago, IL in the 1970's-80's. In 1981 I was 8 years old and my family went to Mexico for vacation. We were in Mexico City and had just had a fabulous dinner where they even cooked part of our meal right next to our table on a cart. On the way out, I grabbed a lollipop from the candy bowl. We were walking back to our hotel, when we came upon a mother and daughter who were destitute and begging. I locked eyes with this little girl who was just about my age, and she was dirty and her clothes were in bad shape. I gave her the only thing I had which was the lollipop, and she smiled. This was the first time I had ever encountered someone who was truly poor. This experience left a very strong impression on me and it is something I will never forget.
My dad owns a bar, and one night there was this rich kid with his friends, boat shoes without socks, the whole thing. He was giving one of the bar tenders a tough time because he was on the shorter side. This kid was bothering the bar tender for about half an hour until finally he got my dad to come out. My dad basically yelled at the kid about how the bar tender enlisted in the military and fought in Afghanistan and how ashamed he should be to make fun of an honest, hardworking veteran for his height. The kid left the bar nearly crying, and I hope that experience helped him change for the better.
I was raised by my great grandmother. She was well to do, active well into her 80's and her world revolved around me. Ballet, gymnastics, all the music classes I could fit in my schedule. I had a menagerie of pets. Christmases were obscene. She catered to my every whim as a child.
Now that I'm an adult and my wonderful Gram has passed, I've learned that what I had was really unique. The world does not wait on me, I'm not special to everyone. I struggle with entitlement and narcissistic tendencies. It's isolating at times and I miss her.
I grew up in Indonesia, a 3rd world country where you'd definitely have maids if you're posting on reddit. I grew up thinking it's common to have multiple maids.
Moved to Singapore, a 1st world country where people still have maids, but it's more of an upper-middle class & above thing. Got assigned to sweep the floors by the teachers, and that was my first time holding a broom.
Swept it back and forth like in cartoons, and everyone was looking at me going, "Er, what the f**k are you doing?"
Turns out I was just creating a dust cloud around me. You have to sweep in one direction and gather all the dust into the dust pan.
Mind blown.
My parents owned a bookstore near the CBD of a major city.
One day a entitled brat drove into traffic, from a side street, without a care in the world. The car he cut in front of beeped their horn to which the entitled brat actually stuck his hand out the window and gave the car behind him the finger.
Lights starting flashing as the car that was cut in front of was an undercover police car; and it happened right in front of us all :)
Up until I was 12, I got everything I wanted. Everything I pointed out in shops I got, everything I found online I got. I was ridiculously spoiled and I doubt I would have been able to even slightly take care of myself.
When I was around 10, my mother was diagnosed with cancer. I still treated both of my parents like c**p and demanded everything from them. Eventually she was cleared but another tumour was found when I was 12. It was terminal, and she passed away two months later.
Going from having parents obeying my every whim to only having one seriously depressed parent who barely had enough money to cover basic needs was a huge shock to the system.
Everyday I regret the way I treated my mother because I was an absolute brat and she was an excellent mum who deserved better. Obviously after this I woke the f**k up and realised how spoiled I really was.
My brother was the only one of us who was spoiled. He never had to do chores at home, that was for us girls to do. He went to college and called to complain about how expensive doing the laundry was. My parents could not figure out what could be so expensive about it, until he explained:
He was sorting the whites and the colors like my Mom had told him. It was very expensive to wash the reds, then the yellows, then the black clothes, then the blue clothes.... AND it was taking forever! We still laugh at this.
From the subcontinent, things went downhill after i got into an engineering university. Mom had to sell her wedding jewelry to get me through the semester.
Now here i am, thinking i should get her some gold jewelry because now i can. MOM, I LOVE YOU!
I grew up very privileged. When I look back on it, I never even appreciated it. When I was 17 I came out and went from privileged to getting kicked out and living on the street.
That was some years ago now and I've made a pretty amazing life for myself. In fact, I'm almost 100% positive that I'm better off than if I kept on my previous track. In every way.
When I joined the Army. Guy who had the Infantry tattooed on him didn’t even last 2 weeks in basic training. He cried and yelled “I shouldn’t have to get yelled at to do something”
I actually agree with him. The whole model of "breaking" recruits so they are mindless automatons who do whatever they're told is really horrible. It's all part of the macho idea that you can only be a "man" if you are tough and without feelings. No surprise, I have real problems with the military as institutions (though I appreciate the individuals who feel drawn to serve).
When I found out that people on my basketball team considered going to McDonald's "a once a year special treat." From that point, I began to appreciate my gifted financial circumstances and always try to accommodate ideas for those with less money when going out with friends.
As a teen, one day I was being a little s**t as usual and dad got pretty upset, he blew up and said "you're never thankful for anything I do for you, are you? I never get any thanks for the things I do around here." After that I was sure to try and express my gratitude for his hard work keeping a roof over our heads. Tell someone you love "thank you" because they need to be appreciated.
Military bootcamp. Wanted to eat an orange, didn't know how to peel one. Slyly waited for someone else to start peeling before emulating him. End up with a badly squashed, untidily peeled orange ball that tasted like sour reality. BOOM. Evolved.
This was Basic Military Training in Singapore. During training, boy was I hungry like a vampire at a bloodbank. And the fruit of the day was oranges. Whole, unpeeled orangey balls of untouchable glory. The trick was to eat my food relatively slow enough (which is still pretty damned fast considering mealtime was borderline 10 minutes) so that I didn't finish my food too early and end up staring at my orange as if it's an alien's testicle.
And I can peel oranges by hand with relative ease now.
I grew up in Japan/Hong Kong and always have maids to take care of my stuff. When I went to boarding school in the UK, I realised I don't know how to change my bed sheet , and have no idea how to use the toaster.
Spending $50 on food a day is not normal. College girl got cut off from her parents (drinking and not going to class) and had to get a job. She put on Facebook about how she’s gonna go hungry and needs money. People offered her food and to make her dinner. She said “that’s okay I just need about $40 to get through the day I don’t like to grocery shop”.
if you’re wondering how she went through that much a day she always ate out at a restaurant and had Starbucks twice a day. Add in snacks and alcohol and there’s $40 in one day.
If i would refuse to cook, or going to the grocery shop for basics, i personally would spend roughly like a max of 4-5 dollars per day. A big Kebab cost that much and would fit for the whole day. Wonder where you can spend 50 Dollar a day on food and not explode soon after. O.o
When my rich mother lost her high-end job and my father had to go into rehab. Suddenly I went from being totally set and carefree to having to start working while studying. Eventually I dropped out of college because the I couldn't handle the never ending school-work-sleep cycle, with literally zero free time and zero money (everything I earned covered just the most basic life expanses and tuition). I matured a lot during that year.
My friend will tell you (He's the son of a multimillionaire) it was when someone hit him in the face. Always on his best behavior after that stunt. He really thought just because he was the rich guy buying drinks, someone in the group wouldn't hit him from talking s**t
I realized that some people really struggle with money. I thought people didn't buy things they need (cars, appliances, clothes, a nice house) because they were really frugal and saving up. It's not even that I didn't know about poverty but I thought it was a third-world thing and that everyone in the US is pretty comfortable.
This didn't sink in until college. I'm terrified for after-college.
Dad worked for someone and that someone promised to sell him the company. When the day actually came, he sold the company to someone else and my dad quit his job. We were broke and I could no longer ask for things. We almost went bankrupt and nearly sold the house. Dad started his own company and we're still in debt. Haven't had enough money for anything and I have to make do with 12 bucks for a week or even 2 sometimes. I'm in college now and it's still the same. We live in Malaysia btw. I remember when I was 12, my dad was broke and we sat in a small stall to eat. He didn't have enough money to eat but promised me that we would have a life that's secure. I'm in college today and pretty thankful for that despite the lack of money, I tend to make do here and there.
When I lived on my own the first time. Cable, Internet, Utilities, Cell Phone, Health Insurance is $450 by itself. Throw in food, rent, haircuts, clothes, entertainment and you bankrupt. Forget having a car.
I never had a job until the age of 19. Up until this age I assumed people started working when they felt like it. As in, you wake up one day and say 'hey, you know what? I feel like working now. I'll go sign up to this company of my choice, and I'm going to choose to work this amount of hours per week.' Fast forward 3 years and due to parental abandonment I have no car, no education, will soon have no place to live, no licence and no work skills. Because I never had to
Got to college and my roommate washed his plastic silverware for reuse.
He'd never held an actual metal fork. Plastic was cheaper.
3rd grade I was being a little b***h to my mom and she, being the very Irish lady she is, lost her temper and started googling pictures of homeless kids from around the world to show me while screaming stuff like, "look at this girl, she sells bracelets to support her family!!!!". Not to say I became perfect overnight, but the realization that I was part of an upper-middle class family with happily married parents with no medical issues did start to sink in.
I mean, you were like 8 years old at the time. Not justifying your behavior but it seems a pretty 8 year old thing to do.
When the high school principals daughter who previously got away with all kinds of garbage behavior ( vandalism, dinking, major. bullying ) got caught vandalizing a lecture hall in uni she was unceremoniously dumped and banned. Parents whined for months on fb about their poor baby’s unfair treatment and the fact that her applications to other uni’s were being denied.
When I was removed from my parents and put through a year of foster hell. Sadly, my brother didn't get the same rude awakening I did.
Spez: We were in the same foster house, it's just he didn't fully grasp that the world doesn't revolve around him, while I mostly have. I'm still trying to fight off some demons from both eras.
In reality, the world revolves around you. You need to learn how to handle being the center of your life.
When I was 18 and got arrested. I didn't get a ride back home. I went to jail.
First time I went a week living on beans and ramen because that's what was in the house and I didn't have any money I learned that in the real world, everything is not just handed to you.
I'm still a bit spoiled and I still have issues with prioritizing expenditures, but I'm much better than I was when I was 21.
When I was 30 and wanted a divorce and it didn't happen magically by writing a check to a lawyer.
My parents went bankrupt. Twice. Went from private school to having cars and the house repossessed. Yay.
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As a young wife and mother I worked a little part time to help out and of course get out in the world. One day a young girl of about 18, was have trouble not to cry. I took her aside and asked if I could help. She explained that this was her first job and her mom wanted her to pay rent and buy food. I put my arm around her and asked "if someone knocked on your door and said , I want to move in please pay for my clothes,food doctors bills etc and you said of course and did so for years wouldn't you want her to help out when she was able just to say thank you for all you've done. The next day she came to work with a big smile it turd out mom only wanted a small amount of money and the girl said it made her feel so grown up to be able to help her mother.
Shr is lucky. My mom made me pay half my paychecks for a job I got so I could earn 2000 to pay for a missionary trip. I didn't belive I should ask others for missionary money (like most missionaries do). I was 16 and never was spoiled. Didn't preach either, just built a homless family a house and went home.
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I remember the day my mom told me we were millionaires. I think I was in Middle School. We lived a normal middle-class life and my dad dresses like a slob so I was surprised. They've done a lot for me but not too much. I'm thankful they didn't rain money on me and my sister. I know when they pass away I'll probably get some of their money but honestly I hope they give most of it away. I'm doing fine on my own. Thanks Mom and Dad.
I'd learned about poverty from my early childhood all the way through my adult life. My father was paying alimony since before I was born. However, my younger brother and I went to a private school. We lived in a house - in mediocre condition - in a decent neighborhood. Did not have anything high end. We had what was affordable. But my dad was raised poor (end of WW2) and my mother was raised middle/upper middle class. I learned about poverty in stages. But I am reminded of it just often enough to know that I have never been well off and never been in poverty.
Never had the privilege to get what I want when I want. More often than not, it's how to last till dinner as a kid. Will it rain? Take the bus and skip lunch? How to get the expensive text book for photocopy? How to get to work today? How do I get home after at 11 PM? Ah those were the days.
Used to work in a restaurant that belonged to my mom, learnt very early on that you need money to survive. Had two ladies come in one night and vandalized the bathroom stalls with nail polish and throwing whole rolls of tp in the toilet. One client saw them doing this and reported it to my mom. Long story short, my mom didnt lay charges but they were told to work everyday during their holiday at the restaurant, their father complied. They came in for the next 2 weeks everyday from open to close and learnt a lesson i think
I go to one of the best private schools in my state for school, and its terrible. Some of the kids there are so entitled, getting starbucks every morning, casually buying designer brand clothing, wearing it once, and when it goes out of fashion just throwing it out. Complaining that their parents won't buy them new things, etc. My parents, yes, do earn a lot, but it all goes towards my brother's and my education. Yes, we can live comfortably, but only by being extremely frugal and saving as much as we can. In my school, probably somewhere around half the kids are there just because their parents are extremely rich, and pay their way in. The other half are actually smart and get in because they're smart. Very very rarely do we have someone who is rich, down-to-earth, and actually smart.
As a young wife and mother I worked a little part time to help out and of course get out in the world. One day a young girl of about 18, was have trouble not to cry. I took her aside and asked if I could help. She explained that this was her first job and her mom wanted her to pay rent and buy food. I put my arm around her and asked "if someone knocked on your door and said , I want to move in please pay for my clothes,food doctors bills etc and you said of course and did so for years wouldn't you want her to help out when she was able just to say thank you for all you've done. The next day she came to work with a big smile it turd out mom only wanted a small amount of money and the girl said it made her feel so grown up to be able to help her mother.
Shr is lucky. My mom made me pay half my paychecks for a job I got so I could earn 2000 to pay for a missionary trip. I didn't belive I should ask others for missionary money (like most missionaries do). I was 16 and never was spoiled. Didn't preach either, just built a homless family a house and went home.
Load More Replies... I remember the day my mom told me we were millionaires. I think I was in Middle School. We lived a normal middle-class life and my dad dresses like a slob so I was surprised. They've done a lot for me but not too much. I'm thankful they didn't rain money on me and my sister. I know when they pass away I'll probably get some of their money but honestly I hope they give most of it away. I'm doing fine on my own. Thanks Mom and Dad.
I'd learned about poverty from my early childhood all the way through my adult life. My father was paying alimony since before I was born. However, my younger brother and I went to a private school. We lived in a house - in mediocre condition - in a decent neighborhood. Did not have anything high end. We had what was affordable. But my dad was raised poor (end of WW2) and my mother was raised middle/upper middle class. I learned about poverty in stages. But I am reminded of it just often enough to know that I have never been well off and never been in poverty.
Never had the privilege to get what I want when I want. More often than not, it's how to last till dinner as a kid. Will it rain? Take the bus and skip lunch? How to get the expensive text book for photocopy? How to get to work today? How do I get home after at 11 PM? Ah those were the days.
Used to work in a restaurant that belonged to my mom, learnt very early on that you need money to survive. Had two ladies come in one night and vandalized the bathroom stalls with nail polish and throwing whole rolls of tp in the toilet. One client saw them doing this and reported it to my mom. Long story short, my mom didnt lay charges but they were told to work everyday during their holiday at the restaurant, their father complied. They came in for the next 2 weeks everyday from open to close and learnt a lesson i think
I go to one of the best private schools in my state for school, and its terrible. Some of the kids there are so entitled, getting starbucks every morning, casually buying designer brand clothing, wearing it once, and when it goes out of fashion just throwing it out. Complaining that their parents won't buy them new things, etc. My parents, yes, do earn a lot, but it all goes towards my brother's and my education. Yes, we can live comfortably, but only by being extremely frugal and saving as much as we can. In my school, probably somewhere around half the kids are there just because their parents are extremely rich, and pay their way in. The other half are actually smart and get in because they're smart. Very very rarely do we have someone who is rich, down-to-earth, and actually smart.
