My grandmother lived with us and did a lot of the kid-raising and household work. When I was 17 and about to leave for college many miles away, she literally trained me on how to do the wash. I got to college as Granny-certified.
@@shadowwatcher3957 Good for your dear Mom. I grew up helping Mom with the wash and even hanging clothes on the clothesline in the Summer to save on using the dryer which was used when it rained and in the Winter.
@@cybercat29 I honestly didn't know how to use a washing machine until I was 18. I just turned 19 yesterday so I learned it sometime last year and I still use it until today.
The rich kid that I knew in high school was a pretty chill dude. Was probably one of the best people in that school because he genuinely tried to be nice to everyone and was just really fun to be around. He didn't want to go to private school because he said, in his words, "everyone's a bunch of stuck up dickheads there" He didn't even wear anything especially expensive, just wore a camo jacket, some simple khakis and a t-shirt, ironically, everyone else wore really expensive clothing and bragged about it, he and I were the only ones that wore cheap, simple clothing. 5:20 I am the exact same way as the nerdy kid, I also hate sports and that I prefer reading over anything else. I am also Autistic.. lol
I'm reminded of my own story. This rich kid decided it would be a great idea to bully the "idiots" in the school (aka anyone with disabilities, especially ones that are invisible to the human eye) and tell them prom would take place one day BEFORE it was supposed to happen. While I didn't believe her, some others did and were left confused as to why they were all alone at the prom location. Once told they were rather angry at the girl who lied to them. Well the actual day comes and a freaking TORNADO decides to play the karma card and not only damages the prom location so that prom is outright cancelled, her house also takes a direct hit. Her family would survive as she was at school at the time (shelter in place of course). She would return home to find her favorite video game not around as the tornado had flung it somewhere. Her parents, knowing what she did a few days back checked all the damage from the house that was considered, NOT essential (so video games and all that would be included) and made sure not to replace them since they were severely disappointed in her targeting people that are mentally challenged. I believe now a days she ironically is a special needs teacher. Go figure.
Because the people that hire special Ed kids are the most ableist fuckers your could ever meet and so are the special Ed teachers. why the fuck do think all special Ed kids have trauma of some kind
@@charliex6943 Unfortunately, you're right. A lot of really ableist and abusive people go into working with disabled people. I hope the girl in this story did change her ways and learn to not be ableist and to have empathy and compassion for others, but I get the suspucion she might not have...
The one with the woman that refused to drive anymore...I really hope she was stupid enough to admit to the cops that she got mad when her drunk friends refused to drive so she just slammed on the brakes.
I have my own story: i was in high school, spoiled kid was almost 7y younger then me. We lived in a double, my family on top, sk and her family below. They were our landlords but also long time friends (i was a flower girl in their wedding 10y before they became our landlords). So, I'd babysit sometimes and the kid would come up to visit a lot. She could be really demanding and i needed to do hw. One day when she just walked into my house when i was the only one home. I told her to go back down. She told me, " my dad owns this house, so it's mine and i can go anywhere I want." I said no. Go home. I walked away thinking that was that and worked on the computer in moms room. She left. I went to my room and she'd pulled literally everything off of all my shelves and thrown it on the floor. I told my mom when she got home, my mom told her mom. Then her mom brought us all into her living room to explain to the kid why shecouldn't do that. Then her dad came home. He was early. Get mom tried to wrap it up quick and told the dad everything was fine. He looked at me and saw i was still upset. Now, this guy was one of those turm around principles you put in a failing school who will turn it around in like 5y. He has literally made kids crap their pants (different Story, but that kid brought a weapon to school). He turned to his kid and ordered her to her room. Then he told me to explain. I did. He told me it would never happen again. Next day, i got an apology. She never came in uninvited again. She turned out pretty good, considering some of the stuff she pulled in middle and high school. Last i saw her, she was in college and pulled herself together and was quite polite.
Kid who kept hitting my daughter and her best friend in middle school and then started calling her friend a terrorist because she’s Pakistani. After 3 meetings with the school who kept telling me he was from a good (i.e. politically connected as wealthy) family. 3rd meeting was with the parents who were saying he’d never do such a thing. It was on video. Finally I showed them a photo of my daughter getting her brown belt in karate and said she now had my permission to defend herself and her friend. And that if he touched her one more time, I’d be pressing assault charges, talking to an attorney about the school, and calling the papers. That was the end of the bullying of both girls. This is what the school called zero tolerance. They tolerated it til I threatened legal consequences.
I was a handyman for a rich man in Vermont. His 18 year old son was the most entitled brat I have ever seen. His father "hired" him to help me, but he didn't. After a while his father asked me, "Where is Bobby Jr.?" I said, "I don't know. He was here for a few minutes then he disappeared." Bob Sr. stormed off, and returned a few minutes later with a set of keys. He told me, "Take Bobby Jr's Jeep to the gas station in the center of town and have them sell it." So I did.
Hehehehe, college kids learning how to handle life are always funny. I was glad I was taught basic skills from an early age (laundry, dishes, cleaning, even though my mother went overboard with my workload). I always helped others trying to figure out those first "basics". I think, though... the funniest was when I went to a different college (I switched things up a lot, had wanderlust in younger days). We'd been there about a week and a half at this poing, when I get out of the end shower (which had more "dressing area" space ...showers had two spaces - dry area & wet area). She glanced in my shower bucket, then up at me. As she was blocking my path, I smiled and just waited while she figured out whatever it was she was pondering. She had that look on her face of, "I'm lost/confused, but I'm not sure how to explain..." She reaches into her own bucket, holds up a razor, and blurts out: I've only ever shaved in the tub. HOW do you shave your legs in a shower??? To say I was surprised was a complete understatement. But, I told her my own hints/tricks, etc, because... like her, I grew up using a tub to shave! I explained due to my wearing contacts, the easiest for me was to carry an extra towel, sit on the bench as close to the shower as possible, jump in, get clean, sit on said towel, shave my legs - cus you can reach your arm in and clean the razor off, then jump back in and finish cleaning off. She was SOOO thankful. I still can't figure out why she couldn't come up with that on her own, though. Honestly, I think her brain just shut down around water... or it so boggled her mind that she was perpetually trapped in that math meme. 🤷♀️ Still makes me giggle remembering.
GODS id kill to have ur upbringing tbh. i wasnt even given any schedules and routines and its the perfect way to ensure you dont have a functional kid when they hit adulthood 😭 (the plus side is that i can at least parent myself now lol, and i definitely am) tbh tho it is child neglect to not teach them how to function (ty therapist for convincing me of this lol)
@@damien678 ack, Damien, I'm sorry. I dealt with... am still dealing with... issues from upbringing, too. There's a middle ground between the two extremes you & I had (When I was 3, I was taught how to wash dishes. By the time I was 10, I was in charge of cleaning the whole house weekly, all laundry, making dinner every night, as well as deep-cleaning the kitchen after everyone scarfed the food down. Deep-cleaning included mopping, dusting everything in the cupboards, scrubbing down cabinets, etc. Got screamed at if I forgot ONE thing. Basically, never praised.) At that age, I'd have loved the "carefree" lack of structure instead of basically being the slave of the house. I, of course, rebelled against the strict cleaning regime for years after. Oh, I'd keep the trash cleared out, dishes were washed at least every other day, etc, but I wasn't so... fussy, I guess. Of course, when mother stopped by, "It's a pig-sty! How can you live like this? I know I taught you better! Lord, I hope peopledon't visit, cus WHAT WOULD THEY THINK OF ME?" (Yeah, pretty narcissitic). When I met my now-hubs at age 30, I decided... I could find that middle ground between sloppy & too much. And, I did. Floors mopped around 2x a month (more if stuff was spilled lol), dishes daily, etc. Now, I'm 95% bedridden (for about 2-3 years now). Poor hubs... my home looks like a bomb went off. He tries, but... between a full-time job, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome & an upbringing without the skills taught to him... yeah. At least, he does the minimum - keeps all trash from piling up, washes dishes as needed, laundry (which I had taught him long ago... being short & trying to unload a washer meant I fell in the blasted thing a lot lol). It took me a while to let go of my (drilled-in) need to keep the place "visitor-ready". I'm working on improving my body (sooo slow-going) so I can at least sit up and be in whatever area he decides to try to tackle each weekend and help him decide what to do with items. So... all that to say.... extremes backfire. Either a kid grows up not knowing the basic skills needed to adult, or they grow up feeling resentful of what wasshoved down their throats. (Ironically - or not, after I moved out, my mother "relaxed" her housekeeping strictness - unless I was staying there for longer than an overnight, and suddenly it was, "do this, that, etc, DID I TEACH YOU NOTHING?")SMH. Yeah, still got issues to work through. My therapist told me that what I had to do was also a form of abuse, coupled with the emotional abuse if it wasn't "perfect". Middle ground... and SOOO many parental folks miss this very vital detail. Teach the kids, PLEASE. Don't think of them as your slaves. They are your next generation adults in training, but shouldn't be treated as an adult in charge of your household upkeep. That's on the parents, while making sure the kid(s) can manage to do this once they are out of the nest. My older brother? Still can't make simple mac & cheese from a box. He doesn't ever clean. He still lives with my parents, and my mother takes care of everything for him - (yet, I know he knows HOW - I taught him when he was in his 20's & I had to live with him for 6 months while waiting for an apartment I could afford to open up), he's just figured out how to get around it. He's turning 50 this year. My son was raised in that middle ground as best I could. I followed the rule of 1 criticism sandwhiched in after 2 praises, followed by another praise and a sincere thank you for him taking on a chore for me that day. He did have "regular" chores, but nowhere near the workload I had as a kid. I told him his most important job was his education. Now I'm rambling. Sorry =/
@@abigailphoenixthepaperaddi2501 no need to apologize, i completely agree with you! im so sorry your parents did that to you, too. as well as not teach your brother anything. really it is just an issue of not having enough respect for your child to give them their agency (with one end being not giving them time for themselves, and the other not giving them good habits and skills)
@@abigailphoenixthepaperaddi2501 I was taught the basics, thank god. However, my auntie (the woman who raised me and I am infinitely grateful for) has a mild case of OCD and tend to deep clean her house at least 2x a week... and insist that I do the same ( I H A T E cleaning, will do if in a pinch but hate it). She is otherwise a very sweet person that helps me and I help her.
@@KlavierMenn Honestly, if my mother had OCD, I would have understood her about it - I took enough psychology courses in college - it was my original intended profession. However, that isn't the case - as soon as I moved out, she let her "standards" drastically slide, all while whining about being underappreciated. Any time I was unfortunate to even spend a weekend there ever since, she immediately started ordering me around like an unpaid servant. The last time I spent more than an hour there I asked her about it and she blurted out (before walking it back like always)... "but i own you." Yeah. No... no she doesn't. I only communicate with her once a year, very briefly, and she has to initiate. As in, she texts me, I put her on hold for 3 days, then read it, respond with as short a reply as I can manage, then leave anything else she may write as if I had read it - but I just leave the app open and walk away. I know her methods and I refuse to be hoovered back into her narcissistic circus. Your auntie sounds lovely, btw. OCD is a tough thing to deal with - no matter if its "mild" or not. Deep cleaning twice a week is no easy feat. However, you speak so kindly of her, and with a tone of profound love & respect that I know/feel she did her very best with you. =D
Ok not really a getting owned type of story but just a little thing I want to share: So when I was younger (about 11-12ish) I had this group of friends and we're all super close, at some point, this other kid wanted to join us (his parents and ours where friends if I didn't rmb wrongly) and he was the typical spoilt kid you'd expect, let's call him Ben for simplicity's sake (apologies to all Ben's out there) One day we were going to this fancy hotel to spend our holidays at and we decided to take a taxi. Ben started complaining about how usually there will be chauffeurs to drive him to wherever he wants and how taking a taxi is lame it's nothing like his dad's car blah blah blah (according to him his dad had a Bently) So at the end, we got so fed up with Ben and outta nowhere this other person in the group just said "Learn how to live in the real world and not some shitass 'rich' bubble of yours, ain't no one gonna wipe your ass for you in the public restroom"
My step daughter has never been made to follow a rule ever. Her mom let her drive her car with no license. She got pulled over arrested and the court made it so she has to wait 3 years to get her license. She cried like a baby.
The first mistake you made was dating a single mother. The children from another woman will never respect you and even if they listen to you they'll check with their mother before doing what you ask, you'll always be bottom of the pecking order. Dont raise another man's seed
@@xMrjamjam Stepkid here. The situation with my biological father has always been a difficult one, so I've basically been raised by my stepdads. I never treated them as lesser or inferior because they were my father figure; I relied on them and respected them for raising a random child they barely knew. They are my dads, every one of them.
@@xMrjamjam I'd have to disagree with that. It really depends on their natural attitude towards others, combined with how effective you are at integrating yourself into their life. I've known multiple step-fathers that are much closer with their kids than a majority of blood-related fathers, and vice versa.
You know, I always think of myself as a spoiled brat, and maybe I am. But I’m not as bad as any of these guys and I can do laundry and cook so at least I have that going for me.
It’s good that you’re self aware, and you probably aren’t as spoiled as you think you are. One thing you can do is ask your parents what you could do to make their lives a bit easier, and also paying more attention to how much things cost. When at a restaurant, take note of how much you have to pay for your meal or how much groceries cost when you go shopping with your parents. I’ve been doing this lately and it’s really helped me understand what my parents spend on me so I can be more grateful.
One of the biggest things you can do is even just offer to sweep the floor. You will see what really falls from counters and such, as well as how irritating it would be if you didn’t sweep.
It's good you are self aware. And let me tell you, cooking is one of the greatest joys in my life. It's really fun, and I think everyone should at least try. If it is not for you, then ok! But even if you aren't good at it, it is a valuable skill to know. Sorry this turned into me praising cooking. Seriously tho it is good you are self aware and aren't as bad as any of the brats described in the video.
That story about Todd reminded me of a story my husband told me about when he was in school. He went to private school, so as you can imagine, there were a lot of spoiled douches from rich families. One guy, however, was notoriously douchey, even for that place. One day, Notorious Douche spots my husband and one of his friends sitting by the doors to the computer lab, and decides to show off to his little gang of cronies by deliberately swinging the door back so that it hits my husband. My husband - who was a big guy even back then, but who has also always been incredibly sweet, patient, and gentle - punched the guy in the face. Of course, that got him called to see the headteacher, but Notorious Douche didn't even bother to lie that he had started the fight by hitting my husband with the door (and also, he was the Notorious Douche,) so the headteacher brushed it off and just gave my husband a warning. He also gave him a pat on the back when Notorious Douche wasn't looking.
Fun fact relating to libraries, I am partially responsible for my local library not issuing late fees anymore. I was like 11 and checked out like 30 different books on tons of stuff. And then I just read them and read them and read them and....oh gosh, their a month over due. Bring them in and the librarians just look at the late fee and say: "Don't worry about it." Apparently, the late fees were triple digits. Do this several times and then boom, they just stop charging late fees eventually. They didn't hate me or anything either. I was pretty well known there as the polite and excited about learning 11 year old. Later, got a part time job as a Paige there near the end of high school. Loved the job and everyone there. Basically was like working with a ton of Grandma's. I miss that job.
I was (and still am) friends with a mentally disabled, mildly overweight kid who we'll call Jon. One day Jon comes over and decides we should wrestle. We were both 11. I just got my white-yellow belt in Jiu-Jitsu and had some good fighting experience. Jon had never been in a fight, never did any form of martial arts and had only wrestled once before. I smoked him in all 13 rounds, even making him tap out on several rounds. after the 13th round he starts screaming that I cheated and he wants a rematch. Now ,for context I weighed about 67 pounds at the time while he weighed 102. The rematch had the same results and he decides after that he's going to do a surprise bonus round with no rules. Did not go well for him. P.S. He is still my friend and we tease each-other about it.
I heard one story of an entitled brat being put in his place from my mom's dad, who was a medical doctor at the medical center of a large midwestern university in the 1970s. At that time, that university had a powerhouse football program, and the starting quarterback was a big-shot NFL prospect, who unfortunately had a huge ego about it (we'll call him AQB, for Arrogant Quarterback). On this particular day, he swaggered into the waiting room at the doctor's office, where several people were waiting in line to check in for their appointments. AQB strutted up to the front of the line and demanded to see a doctor. The receptionist, who was a nice, but no-nonsense 30-something lady we'll call Sarah, firmly pointed to the back of the line. AQB looked shocked, and protested "I'm AQB!" The receptionist smiled professionally and responded "I'm Sarah. It's nice to meet you. Now that we've introduced ourselves, it's time for you to get in line and wait your turn!" AQB was furious at this, and complained loudly all through the appointment. He complained to my grandfather, who was the doctor he saw that day, and demanded that he fire the receptionist. Much to AQB's displeasure, my grandfather firmly backed Sarah, and informed AQB that he wouldn't get special treatment just because of his position on the football team. AQB and some of his buddies tried to get the football team to boycott the medical center, but the head coach of the football team, who was a very successful, no-nonsense gentleman, found out about it and put a very quick stop to it by giving AQB and his toadies the choice of apologizing to the medical staff or being thrown off the team. AQB chose the first option, and went on to have a successful football career, both at the university level and in the NFL.
I remember this rich bratty kid I had to work with in college, we went to my flat and I was so rundown at the time I don't even have a kitchen, window, ac/heater, or a place to hang my laundry. This brat looked at my place and asked why the front door led "straight to the janitor's closet"
4:50 The opposite happened to me back when video stores were a thing. They were switching to DVDs and you could rent 10 VHS movies for $10 for a week. I went and rented ten anime directly after getting all four of my wisdom teeth removed. The manager saw my bloody face full of gause, asked what happened, and in response I took out the envelope of my teef and shook them out on the counter. He let me rent my animus for free.
Good on the dad in the second story for paying for the damages and actually making his kid recieve consequences for actions rather than just excusing him.
Watching this made me remember a story to share that I have heard from a friend. Typical renowned college school, has a prestigious background and you know it, a lot of rich kids enroll at this institute. However, they also accept students that aren't rich. Basically that can cover their finance to graduate and also scholarship. Which is nice too. A typical spoiled brat female student. My friend berated that she was so spoiled literally and would treat other classmates that they were below her. She endured all that ..bless her for her patience. And ffwd to the graduation or internship or getting hired at their first job at a company. Next thing she heard of her and told me, bratty girl was fired. :) FFWD to a few years, I have heard every single co-worker or fellow employee I met who studied in this school have always said the same thing. And has also been now the new title for the college school, all the spoiled brats gets fired in every job they worked at. :) So people who know this locally, the mention of the school's name instantly goes to: "Oh, you mean that school that has every spoilt kid get fired instantly at their job? I see." Note: the school itself was also shit.
11:31 Not for me... My father would make me (or one of my siblings) just sit in the laundry room until all the laundry was done with nothing else to do. We have 6 people living there so there were a lot of clothes.
I got one: My father told me this story from his time in boot camp for the Marines. Before I even get into it, I'm certain he didn't just spin this yarn to make himself sound cool. He's usually very humble, and I could tell by the secondary satisfaction in his eyes as he told it that he could still feel the pride in his accomplishment. Anyway, here goes. My pops was in the Marines in the early 90s. When he was going through boot camp most of his platoon got along well besides this one guy. A large portion of his platoon was basically kids. 18, 19 year olds fresh out of High School. This guy was in his mid to late 20s, and was already in good shape. They were all equally worthless in the eyes of the Marine Corpse, they drilled that into thier heads from day one Full Metal Jacket style. But this guy thought that because he was older and bigger that he could push what was supposed to be his brothers around like they were lesser than him. All the way through boot camp he acted like a general jackass (think "Asshole Captain of the Football team" archetype) and kept getting away with it. He even purposefully broke the nose of his sparring partner during hand-to-hand training just to try and prove he was tough. At some point in the training process at the time (dunno if they still do it, as the prevalence of the practice was long exhausted even by this time) they go to what's called "The Octagon" to learn and practice fighting with rifle bayonets. It's an octagon shaped wooden structure that served as the fighting ring, with thick wooden posts on each corner. They use a tool called a Pugal Stick (a stick like four ft long with pads on either end) to "safely" simulate one on one combat where both parties have a bayonet-fixed rifle. Asshole dude dominated this event fairly easily through brute strength. Technique hardly mattered when it's all about getting your opponent to the ground, or getting a solid strike with the tip, when you're a head taller and twice as strong as the kids you're sparring with. But my father was more on-par with this guy than most. Still a bit shorter, but by this point in training he'd bulked up a bit (I've seen pics of my pops before and after basic, and the transformation is unbelievable. Like a Bowflex commercial. 95 pounds soaking wet kid turned into a 190 pound monster in a few months kinda change), and whaddya know, my dad ends up being in the last fight of the day against this guy. Dad's right pissed at this dude for harassing and manhandling everyone all day, and decided to come at him like he was really going to kill him. They start, and pops full on sprints straight for him. Dude wasn't ready, didn't even reach the center of the arena. Just as he gets in close, pops ducks low and pushes his Pugal Stick upwards into the dude's chest while bringing his entire body up with it. Guy basically wraps around the stick, feet come off the ground just as he's driven straight back into one of The Octagon's corner posts. Got to lose his win streak with a glorious display of broken ribs. Good on ya dad. Fuck that guy.
The story about the kid who insisted that they'd pass was honestly really nice. Good on the dad! He showed that little shit that he's not a get-out-of-jail-free card
Love the one about the college kid never taught how to do laundry! In my house, you started putting away your mom folded clothes around 5 yo. At 11yo you were taught the full chore, assigned a day, and from then on it was your responsibility to take care of your own clothes. Didn't matter if you were a boy or girl. Same with dinner. One night was your responsibility. Mom did all the shopping. You gave her your list for the next week on Thursday. We made our own lunches for school too. Also. we couldn't get a driver's license until we could change a tire by ourselves. Every time I taught roommates laundry or cooking I send a silent thanks to my mom.
Well my dad did it basically the same way but not as strict so by letting me help he teaches the needed skills till I could do it by my self and than he sayed that he had samething different to do and I should finish it or I could do/start it alone and well Tire change was my chore from the time on I had a schoolar internships at a repair shop (at age of 14 and a physic close to a bean sprout ) and so I did the car of my dad the car of his girlfriend and my older sister car (after she had too prove that she could change a tire if needed) the annoying part was always the jacking up with the small car jack out of the trunk 4 times per car and that I had to get my dad from time too time because one bold was over tightend and even with a long lever an my entire weight bouncing on it I couldn't lose it (at 15 I discovered that I could put more force in the bolt by pulling the lever away from the ground but way more exhausing)
6:34 how do you burn through $30k in less than a year unless you're paying off major debts?? With $30k I could currently pay off all hospital expenses without a care in the world and also pay off my husband's car and still be able to pay off a chunk of our house. How does someone spend that alone on food just for themselves??? That's horrifying
It was probably more than just food (maybe more of the liquid variety?) or treating his friends at high-end restaurants. That can burn through money really quickly.
there were 2 incidents with the same kid. there's a guy in my class who is probably the worst kid I ever met. he bullies me and my classmates, but his main target is me. before I used to get along with him normally, this changed everything. there's another kid in my class who didn't really do well in PE. when our coach told min to run, he just walked. the spoiled kid made fun of him and the poor kid was reduced to tears, and he wouldn't eat his lunch till his older sister came to our class and fed him. the teacher scolded him so bad that he didn't talk for the whole day. fast forward and his next target was me. he was in a zoom group chat with all of the students in my class and in that, he insults my looks by making a meme, saying "the one girl who looks black in her vid" and went on saying that I was so ugly that he could throw up on me. the WHOLE group lashed out, insulted him back, and kicked him out of every zoom group he was in. this happened only a few weeks ago and I'm in sixth grade. good riddance cause he never did anything like that again. in fact he became the new quiet kid in class.
Awesome. The one about “Todd” was awesome. Friggin saying, “say thank you” “why? he broke my nose!” And the dad is just like omegachad mode and goes “cause if I were there I would have killed you.”
I had a friend in high school who was one of these. He would mercilessly bully a kid with Asperger's at our school and was incredibly spoiled. His parents bought him a new VW GTI. The transmission had to be replaced after a month because he was wayyy too overconfident of his skills at operating a manual. Then a few weeks later, his mom dropped him off at school. Another friend was driving around with spoiled kid the night before and someone apparently cut them off. Spoiled kid speeds up to catch up with them and throw an Arizona tea can at the car. Ends up losing control and crashing into a tree in front of someone's house. Car was totalled.
Wait your telling me that some kids get an allowance without doing any chores!? I was always told that it was my responsibility and I shouldn’t be paid for that. I guess people live different lives.
The kid who came out as Gay after he left school probably was not sure of his sexual orientation, and was trying to fulfill all the Hetero BS he'd been taught all his life and finally found out who he was, but never got over the idea that he was the "Golden Child". I've known a few like that.
Bruh $40 can feed you for so long if you know what you're doing. Making your own bread is very efficient from a cost to calories perspective. Plus it's nice having fresh bread.
Lady really decided to damage and contaminate tons of makeup without even looking or asking for a tester, which is common in drug and makeup stores... not only a brat but also absolutely dense.
That one at 6:09 really teaches a good lesson. Never try to mess with anyone, because you wouldn’t cope afterwards. Also 8:09 - I like newspapers, they make you look mature. And 9:31 - Well, that’s how it all started. 😉
12:55 The biggest clue is right there - "... read Marcus Aurelius around the campfire at night." "They took everything as it came" is a hallmark of Stoicism.
22:50 a local navy base has a severe problem with this at one of its gates at an interstate off ramp. state police had 2 units, one blocking the "end" of the shoulder, the other catching the ones that saw him and tried to go around the line of other idiots to avoid a ticket. they had to have written thousands of dollars in citations each morning--that bad. a parking lot outside of the gate was constantly full of wreckers towing vehicles. i guess you get what you deserve.
yeah that hurt my back thinking about it.... Of knowing exactly how it feels, as that happened to me once, probably doesn't help. If you are wondering how it happened, I had a friend who had a trampoline, it had rained the previous night really hard, so the trampoline was still really wet and slick. I thought I could do a belly slide. Found out I couldn't.
Mormon kid who grew up in a *very* small farming community… I never did a manual labor job, but watched brother and friends do it. Honestly, we just did a lot of yard work/ hard house cleaning service projects growing up. I also raised sheep (grandparents did most of the hard hard work cos I was too little at the time) for several years. When you grow up on a farm/ farm-adjacent, you learn to work till it’s done, not till you’re tired. I didn’t learn you could stop when I was tired till I was in my 20s and had burnout so bad I almost had to quit a job.
11:18 I will try my best to never make fun of someone for something like that. My uncle didn't know how to do laundry either until his wife taught him, my grandparents believed in stereotypical gender roles/chores and so my mom and her sister couldn't even get a license until they were 18yrs old play sports, but their brother could at a younger age. I don't first assume someone is a spoiled brat for something like that, but some just aren't taught things and that doesn't mean they don't want to learn. I had a teacher who forced her adult daughter to dump a guy who owned a veryyyyyy successful business all because he didn't know how to do his own laundry and I believe had it sent out to be washed, her reason? "I didn't raise my daughter to date some Mama's boy". To this day that makes me sick, he didn't make her daughter take care of him, he had the money to do it himself and her daughter could've taught him easily, she literally could've fucked her daughter's future (not just living comfortably, but possible lasting happiness with him in general) because he was never taught to do laundry, sickening.
It was my bully actually. Around the 5th grade, typical school bully, fattest kid in our grade and one of the tallest. Constant bullying in and out of school. I was one of his favorite targets. On a weekly basis he would attack me from behind, sit on my lunch bag, jump off the jungle gym and land on top of me or whatever cruel thing he could think of. One day I got sick of it and challenged him to a fight. He showed up, I thought “Crap, now I do have fight him!” Turns out that in a fair fight he was super slow and didn’t know how to fight. I wasn’t much better but I managed to send him away crying with a split lip, bloody nose and a black eye. I was considered one of the wimpier kids in school. So when I kicked his butt it emboldened the other kids to stand up to him too. With his victim pool diminishing he began to have meltdowns. The last time we saw him he was being pulled out of class by the principal and two guidance counselors. I don’t mean they led him out, they literally dragged him out while he was red faced and throwing a thermonuclear tantrum. His parents had to enroll him in a local religious school that specialized in troubled youth.
Dad was a sailor. He said that, with seasickness, the only sure cure is to sit under a 100-year-old oak tree. Apparently, for the first three days, you're scared you're gonna die. Then, for the next three days, you're scared you ain't gonna die. After that, it gets better.
14:22 If I was there and he was hitting me with that toy, first I would warn that if he had done it again I would throw the toy, then if he did something else I would have thrown him. I would have 0 regrets.
Not all of my high school graduating class were this way but we had a lot. A fair number of them had either very rich parents or said parents were teachers or part of the school board. One in particular was the son of probably the richest guy in our small town and who's mom was president of the school board. Naturally he had everything handed to him and most teachers were overly nice to him. This was especially hard for me as he was also in the choir and show choir like me. It was more or less accepted that any and all solos were going to him no matter who tried out and how hard your practiced. The choir had this yearly concert near the end of the school year that was more or less put on by the students as apart from small performances by the entire group, the rest of the show was the students essentially doing karaoke but we all got to try out all the same. Needless to say he always got to do his own solo performance even though they were always basically the same song (some prissy vomit inducing love ballad that I'm convinced lead to the creation of Justin Beiber with how high this kid's voice was). Anyway, I was always annoyed because I tried every year but was only given my real shot my senior year (and every senior more or less was assured a performance) and every year I tried something different. By the time we graduated everyone more or less was expecting this guy to go on and have some sort of musical career, especially since his dad had some money in a record company. Cut to 11 years later and he was unable to get any record deal despite trying. He tried to make it as a youtube music star but absolutely no one outside of those in this small town of about 1400 people even bothered to follow. His most notable act? Escorting some celebrity to some event in Omaha from her limo to the doors of a theater for a premier. While I haven't been super successful, the fact I actually have managed to make money from my passion while the thing everyone thought he would certainly excel lead to him amounting to nothing to this day gives my black heart warmth. He had everyone kissing his ass because his dad was rich and mom ran the school board but the second he threw his hat in the real world he found out how fast life can come at you.
2:26 idky, for some reason this reminds me of one of my classmates, whose dad was the physics teacher. he was nothing like this, in fact he actually did the best in physics when we graduated and was one of the few people who didnt get fricked over in chemistry (it's a... it's a long story but basically 90% of the class, myself included, got a final average of around 40 to 50 cuz we went through 4 teachers in a single year and the third one sucked so much that everyone just kinda lost hope and motivation and stopped caring) but there was one assignment, we had to make a powerpoint explaining the origins and purpose of inkjet printers, photocopiers, and skyscraper air purifiers (it's been 3 years i barely remember) and also go on a step by step of how they worked, then present it in front of the class. now despite what i previously said about chemistry, im actually kinda above average when it comes to learning things, like, i just understand quickly, and i have a soft spot for science, especially astronomy and quantum physics. so i legit had to read thru the wiki pages for the above things once and i already had it downpack, and could explain it in my own words easily. so since i didnt spend much time on research, i spent most of my time beautifying my presentation and adding custom animations to better explain the stuff so cut to the day of presenting. classmate who is son of the teacher is bragging (something he doesnt normally do btw, he's usually just chill) about how good is presentation is, everyone believes him cuz, well, he's the teacher's son. so im one of the first to present, everyone finds it nice or whatever, it's a bit over the top but it's good, and i was able to explain it in a nice, simple way without even looking at my slides because i was able to simply improvise it. son of the teacher goes after me, and it's clear to literally everyone that he legit just ripped everything from wikipedia. like, he legit just copy and pasted, not even an attempt to put it in his own words. and he clearly had no idea what he was talking about either because at first he tried to do it like i did and improvise but he had to resort to just reading the words off the slide and everyone was just kinda staring at him deadpan the entire time like "are we supposed to find this good after the previous one or something?" and the teacher just looked so disappointed it was actually kinda funny
I grew up with a spoiled rich kid he was awesome just wasn't always aware of how spoiled he was. Sometimes you just had to explain things to him but he always gets it. He actually got a used Honda Civic in HS because he didn't want to show off, he's still awesome works super hard even though he definitely doesn't have too.
As for doing laundry, I learned that by like 12, and made sure to teach my kids once they hit their teens. And yeah, it is funny having to teach some kid how to do their own laundry/ scrub a bathroom, basic cleaning stuff when you’ve all signed up to risk your life for the country
That’s good. I’ll do the same for mine. My parents never taught me, my mom stayed home but she had no tolerance for teaching. All her time was spent on the computer, taking care of the yard, or on the phone bitching for hours - while the TV goes on all day. I didn’t even know how to cook an egg until I was 19, clean a bathroom or do laundry until 18. It’s not that I didn’t have interest in learning, it’s that I wasn’t around someone with the patience to show me. It was easier for her to do it in 5 mins than to spend 30 having me do it. My kids will know better as you did.
Teacher here. Student accused me of not awarding his deserved A+ (he was B- at best). He got parents in for a meeting. I created a PowerPoint showing A+ work (from classmate) and his work, clearly stating the differences, and how I can help him to improve. Dad, my HoD and VP accepted my decision. Student kept bitching about me, refused my help. Fast forward 2 years, student needs a certain SAT score to be accepted into his first choice university. He failed FIVE times! Student blamed teachers, the system, the SATs themselves etc. He did not get in, so decided not to go to university at all. Dad is pissed, decided to cut him off financially. Now student has to look for a job as soon as he finishes high school. Judging from the work ethic (or lack of) I have seen in class, he is going to struggle. If only he listened to me 2 years ago......
10:33 I feel for this guy. When I moved into my first apartment, I didn't know how to use the dishwasher. So I put in dish soap...about 1/2 a cup. When I returned to the kitchen a little later there was chest high foam nearly to the opposite wall. You should have seen me scooping it out of the air with a pan and rinsing it down the sink. It took hours to clean up.
I was thinking. If someone decided to try to insult me by calling me gay I would either say "It takes one to know one and clearly you don't know one.", "Did anyone ask?", or "Last time someone tried to insult me with that I laughed so hard I fell out of my brand new Chevy Bel Air."
Honestly, nothing gets my blood boiling like spoiled brats being assholes to their parents who love their kid and are good people. It's like how f*cking dare you? At least you have the privilege of having both of your parents loving you and being alive. My father died very suddenly when I was in high school. I loved my dad so much, and I still love him even though he's been gone for 6-ish years, but he never got to see me graduate high school, never got to see me get into uni, never got to see that I went into k-12 education just like he had. He won't get to be there when I graduate university. I can honestly say he helped inspire me to become an educator. So it just makes me so mad to see these people just take their parents for granted, especially when they're my age and they have loving parents who are genuinely great people who support them. Because at least their parents get to share these precious moments with them that my father never will share with me.
had a spioled member of my party crew. One day we were fed up as he was constantly getting us into small brawls and we kept on getting kicked out of venues. So he starts eyeballing some large guys, thinking that we would be there to back him up when he started a brawl, half of the crew were female, 1/3 of the males were nerds with slight builds, none of us were trained in any combat skill at all. We watched him get the shit beaten out of him. Once he fell to the ground, I yelled to guys, one of whom was gunna put the boot in for "good measure" "He's had enough, thanks for the lesson". HE got the shits with ME, SOME FRIEND YOU ARE. i said dude, I am 5 foot 1, weigh 45 kgs and your getting me into brawls, every other weekend, I have to work in a law firm with bruises! The boss thinks my wife is abusing me.
11:17 Guy's guide to laundry (at least when I came up, 1960's-70's): Only buy permanent press. Put all clothes together in the same load, warm water, medium wash. Run washer. Put all stuff into dryer, medium dry. Done. No messing about with fabric softeners or dryer sheets (not sure those sheets even existed then, BTW).
Oh I have a story from my sister! So she works at a piano bar so college students come in all the time. One of them was a brat and did all the classic "do you know who my dad is" and one day my sis had enough of it and got him 27'd lol
2:04 FUCK YEAH! 👍👍👍👍👍 Someone get that dad a trophy. Actually I appreciate any story where the parent is the one dispensing reality. Because it seems like it’s so uncommon these days
Lord, my standing joke at restaurant that have great food is at "two bite check" (it's a server trick, watch you table, after everyone had had two of three bites, drop by and check if their meals are okay, you make another pass again incase dessert or if they'd like their bill.) When server comes by on the second trip and asks if everything's still okay, I've pretty much destoryed the plate and reply, "God, no, it was awful, so I ate of it just to make sure." I can't believe some would do this IRL, Keep your server happy, always remember when you place an order you have just entered a hostage negotiation to get your meal, delivered to your table, quick, the way you wanted it, and in a safe and sanitary manner. Seriousl, NEVER screw with anyone in charge of bringing you food. And leave a nice tip. They;'re people, when they great you, look away from your phone, look at them and say hello politely. You have no idea how much, "We made too much of this, would you like it?" or Free dessert we get, just by being nice to a another human.
I used to work at a library in Texas near the Mexican border. One day, a couple came into the library and the woman demanded to be allowed to just take books home with her without checking them out. When I tried to explain that she needed a library card to borrow books, the woman showed me a U.S. border patrol badge and tried to intimidate me into allowing her to take the books without getting a library card because she felt that because she worked for border patrol that the library policies didn't apply to her. This woman had actually spoken with a lower-level employee first and was then referred up to me after demanding to speak with a supervisor when she didn't get her way the first time. She didn't get her way with me either and then spoke with my supervisor who was the branch manager. I later heard that she brought her demands to two levels above my supervisor to the very top of the library system and spent over 30 minutes telling various library employees that she was entitled to just take books because she worked for border patrol. None of us cared who she worked for and told her that the same rules applied to her as applied to everyone else. She eventually gave up and left without the books. Had the woman simply signed up for a card, the whole process of signing up for a card normally took about 2 minutes, although it sometimes took as long as 5 minutes when the person signing up for a card didn't speak English. Based on the way she was acting, I suspect that the woman may have been trying to impress her male companion by showing him how her working for border patrol entitled her to some sort of special treatment at the library. If so, she failed completely.
That dad of the son who tried to set the bus on fire did his kid a favor with some tough love!
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Really great dad right there
Yeah I was really happy to hear that too.
My grandmother lived with us and did a lot of the kid-raising and household work. When I was 17 and about to leave for college many miles away, she literally trained me on how to do the wash. I got to college as Granny-certified.
congrats
When I was around 7-ish, my mom got me to do not only my own laundry, but all of the laundry, by tricking me into thinking it was a game.
@@shadowwatcher3957 She knew her Tom Sawyer!
@@shadowwatcher3957 Good for your dear Mom. I grew up helping Mom with the wash and even hanging clothes on the clothesline in the Summer to save on using the dryer which was used when it rained and in the Winter.
@@cybercat29 I honestly didn't know how to use a washing machine until I was 18. I just turned 19 yesterday so I learned it sometime last year and I still use it until today.
For the bus driver story... great way to discipline his child. I’m not endorsing the boy’s behavior, but good on the dad for setting him straight!
He paid attention to his kid which brought positive effect on him.
@@alohamilkyway3 I agree. He put his kid in check
@@ResidentCatLove It’s perfect because it sucks for the kid, but it’s not damaging and teaches him! Super cool dad
@@cooperbrezoff7791 I agree
I second that and agree with you 100%!
I'm so happy when I hear the parents being the ones who take care of business and aren't crying for their "innocent babies"
I read babies as baboons
@@theairisamagician830 Innocent baboons lol
@@theairisamagician830 befitting.
Kudos to that dad who made his son clean the bus!
Kid: Do you know who my dad is?!
Me: *No, I don't, and I honestly don't care.*
Edit: It's been over a year and I'm still getting reply notifications
Yep we don't give a shit
The best answer.
Me: No, but hopefully he’s nothing like you.
"Yeah. He works for MY dad."
If he says that, hit him harder
The rich kid that I knew in high school was a pretty chill dude. Was probably one of the best people in that school because he genuinely tried to be nice to everyone and was just really fun to be around. He didn't want to go to private school because he said, in his words, "everyone's a bunch of stuck up dickheads there" He didn't even wear anything especially expensive, just wore a camo jacket, some simple khakis and a t-shirt, ironically, everyone else wore really expensive clothing and bragged about it, he and I were the only ones that wore cheap, simple clothing.
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I am the exact same way as the nerdy kid, I also hate sports and that I prefer reading over anything else. I am also Autistic.. lol
im autistic too
What exactly does it mean to be autistic?
@@satvikchauhan8211 i have no idea the doctor told me that i was autistic so i was like "ok" and so im autistic now
@@korokseed7410 I can tell you! My mom is a nurse and knows all about this!
@@explosion_tsar4449 then fucking tell him
That uh... that video cover is really something.
It’s from animator called sr pelo
Mokey
I mean I guess... but kudos to the artist?
Mokey's Show
Mr. Hair
Bratty kid + good parent = redemption
Bratty kid + entitled parent = destruction
*Enabling parent
I'm reminded of my own story. This rich kid decided it would be a great idea to bully the "idiots" in the school (aka anyone with disabilities, especially ones that are invisible to the human eye) and tell them prom would take place one day BEFORE it was supposed to happen. While I didn't believe her, some others did and were left confused as to why they were all alone at the prom location. Once told they were rather angry at the girl who lied to them. Well the actual day comes and a freaking TORNADO decides to play the karma card and not only damages the prom location so that prom is outright cancelled, her house also takes a direct hit. Her family would survive as she was at school at the time (shelter in place of course). She would return home to find her favorite video game not around as the tornado had flung it somewhere. Her parents, knowing what she did a few days back checked all the damage from the house that was considered, NOT essential (so video games and all that would be included) and made sure not to replace them since they were severely disappointed in her targeting people that are mentally challenged. I believe now a days she ironically is a special needs teacher. Go figure.
Glad to know she got her just desserts! I hope all y'all mentally challenged (is that offensive? I'm so sorry if it is.) people are happy these days.
@@Sketchers.WeGotThaDrip I'm sure they'll be ok. We have to protect the sweet angels who want to fit in.
@@Sugerloadedgirl789 precisely.
Because the people that hire special Ed kids are the most ableist fuckers your could ever meet and so are the special Ed teachers. why the fuck do think all special Ed kids have trauma of some kind
@@charliex6943 Unfortunately, you're right. A lot of really ableist and abusive people go into working with disabled people.
I hope the girl in this story did change her ways and learn to not be ableist and to have empathy and compassion for others, but I get the suspucion she might not have...
The one with the woman that refused to drive anymore...I really hope she was stupid enough to admit to the cops that she got mad when her drunk friends refused to drive so she just slammed on the brakes.
I have my own story: i was in high school, spoiled kid was almost 7y younger then me. We lived in a double, my family on top, sk and her family below. They were our landlords but also long time friends (i was a flower girl in their wedding 10y before they became our landlords). So, I'd babysit sometimes and the kid would come up to visit a lot. She could be really demanding and i needed to do hw. One day when she just walked into my house when i was the only one home. I told her to go back down. She told me, " my dad owns this house, so it's mine and i can go anywhere I want." I said no. Go home. I walked away thinking that was that and worked on the computer in moms room. She left. I went to my room and she'd pulled literally everything off of all my shelves and thrown it on the floor. I told my mom when she got home, my mom told her mom. Then her mom brought us all into her living room to explain to the kid why shecouldn't do that. Then her dad came home. He was early. Get mom tried to wrap it up quick and told the dad everything was fine. He looked at me and saw i was still upset. Now, this guy was one of those turm around principles you put in a failing school who will turn it around in like 5y. He has literally made kids crap their pants (different Story, but that kid brought a weapon to school). He turned to his kid and ordered her to her room. Then he told me to explain. I did. He told me it would never happen again. Next day, i got an apology. She never came in uninvited again. She turned out pretty good, considering some of the stuff she pulled in middle and high school. Last i saw her, she was in college and pulled herself together and was quite polite.
Kid who kept hitting my daughter and her best friend in middle school and then started calling her friend a terrorist because she’s Pakistani. After 3 meetings with the school who kept telling me he was from a good (i.e. politically connected as wealthy) family. 3rd meeting was with the parents who were saying he’d never do such a thing. It was on video. Finally I showed them a photo of my daughter getting her brown belt in karate and said she now had my permission to defend herself and her friend. And that if he touched her one more time, I’d be pressing assault charges, talking to an attorney about the school, and calling the papers. That was the end of the bullying of both girls. This is what the school called zero tolerance. They tolerated it til I threatened legal consequences.
I was a handyman for a rich man in Vermont. His 18 year old son was the most entitled brat I have ever seen. His father "hired" him to help me, but he didn't. After a while his father asked me, "Where is Bobby Jr.?" I said, "I don't know. He was here for a few minutes then he disappeared." Bob Sr. stormed off, and returned a few minutes later with a set of keys. He told me, "Take Bobby Jr's Jeep to the gas station in the center of town and have them sell it." So I did.
Did he allow you to keep the cash?
@@MrPP. No, I just drove it to town and got a ride back. Bob Sr. did all the paperwork.
I like cooking and $40 gets me through the week. I mean I love going out but $50 a day for food? Wooow
100$ lasts my family a month
100 can lasts me 2-3 week for groceries
40$ for a DAY? BRUH. THIS BIH. if i spent that much, it better be laced with GOLD.
$40 can pay for my mom, baby sister and I to go out to a ramen place and eat.
IKR!?!?
Hehehehe, college kids learning how to handle life are always funny. I was glad I was taught basic skills from an early age (laundry, dishes, cleaning, even though my mother went overboard with my workload). I always helped others trying to figure out those first "basics".
I think, though... the funniest was when I went to a different college (I switched things up a lot, had wanderlust in younger days). We'd been there about a week and a half at this poing, when I get out of the end shower (which had more "dressing area" space ...showers had two spaces - dry area & wet area). She glanced in my shower bucket, then up at me. As she was blocking my path, I smiled and just waited while she figured out whatever it was she was pondering. She had that look on her face of, "I'm lost/confused, but I'm not sure how to explain..."
She reaches into her own bucket, holds up a razor, and blurts out: I've only ever shaved in the tub. HOW do you shave your legs in a shower???
To say I was surprised was a complete understatement. But, I told her my own hints/tricks, etc, because... like her, I grew up using a tub to shave!
I explained due to my wearing contacts, the easiest for me was to carry an extra towel, sit on the bench as close to the shower as possible, jump in, get clean, sit on said towel, shave my legs - cus you can reach your arm in and clean the razor off, then jump back in and finish cleaning off.
She was SOOO thankful.
I still can't figure out why she couldn't come up with that on her own, though. Honestly, I think her brain just shut down around water... or it so boggled her mind that she was perpetually trapped in that math meme. 🤷♀️
Still makes me giggle remembering.
GODS id kill to have ur upbringing tbh. i wasnt even given any schedules and routines and its the perfect way to ensure you dont have a functional kid when they hit adulthood 😭
(the plus side is that i can at least parent myself now lol, and i definitely am)
tbh tho it is child neglect to not teach them how to function (ty therapist for convincing me of this lol)
@@damien678 ack, Damien, I'm sorry. I dealt with... am still dealing with... issues from upbringing, too. There's a middle ground between the two extremes you & I had (When I was 3, I was taught how to wash dishes. By the time I was 10, I was in charge of cleaning the whole house weekly, all laundry, making dinner every night, as well as deep-cleaning the kitchen after everyone scarfed the food down. Deep-cleaning included mopping, dusting everything in the cupboards, scrubbing down cabinets, etc. Got screamed at if I forgot ONE thing. Basically, never praised.)
At that age, I'd have loved the "carefree" lack of structure instead of basically being the slave of the house.
I, of course, rebelled against the strict cleaning regime for years after. Oh, I'd keep the trash cleared out, dishes were washed at least every other day, etc, but I wasn't so... fussy, I guess. Of course, when mother stopped by, "It's a pig-sty! How can you live like this? I know I taught you better! Lord, I hope peopledon't visit, cus WHAT WOULD THEY THINK OF ME?" (Yeah, pretty narcissitic).
When I met my now-hubs at age 30, I decided... I could find that middle ground between sloppy & too much. And, I did. Floors mopped around 2x a month (more if stuff was spilled lol), dishes daily, etc.
Now, I'm 95% bedridden (for about 2-3 years now). Poor hubs... my home looks like a bomb went off. He tries, but... between a full-time job, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome & an upbringing without the skills taught to him... yeah. At least, he does the minimum - keeps all trash from piling up, washes dishes as needed, laundry (which I had taught him long ago... being short & trying to unload a washer meant I fell in the blasted thing a lot lol). It took me a while to let go of my (drilled-in) need to keep the place "visitor-ready". I'm working on improving my body (sooo slow-going) so I can at least sit up and be in whatever area he decides to try to tackle each weekend and help him decide what to do with items.
So... all that to say.... extremes backfire. Either a kid grows up not knowing the basic skills needed to adult, or they grow up feeling resentful of what wasshoved down their throats. (Ironically - or not, after I moved out, my mother "relaxed" her housekeeping strictness - unless I was staying there for longer than an overnight, and suddenly it was, "do this, that, etc, DID I TEACH YOU NOTHING?")SMH. Yeah, still got issues to work through. My therapist told me that what I had to do was also a form of abuse, coupled with the emotional abuse if it wasn't "perfect".
Middle ground... and SOOO many parental folks miss this very vital detail. Teach the kids, PLEASE. Don't think of them as your slaves. They are your next generation adults in training, but shouldn't be treated as an adult in charge of your household upkeep. That's on the parents, while making sure the kid(s) can manage to do this once they are out of the nest.
My older brother? Still can't make simple mac & cheese from a box. He doesn't ever clean. He still lives with my parents, and my mother takes care of everything for him - (yet, I know he knows HOW - I taught him when he was in his 20's & I had to live with him for 6 months while waiting for an apartment I could afford to open up), he's just figured out how to get around it. He's turning 50 this year.
My son was raised in that middle ground as best I could. I followed the rule of 1 criticism sandwhiched in after 2 praises, followed by another praise and a sincere thank you for him taking on a chore for me that day. He did have "regular" chores, but nowhere near the workload I had as a kid. I told him his most important job was his education.
Now I'm rambling. Sorry =/
@@abigailphoenixthepaperaddi2501 no need to apologize, i completely agree with you! im so sorry your parents did that to you, too. as well as not teach your brother anything. really it is just an issue of not having enough respect for your child to give them their agency (with one end being not giving them time for themselves, and the other not giving them good habits and skills)
@@abigailphoenixthepaperaddi2501 I was taught the basics, thank god. However, my auntie (the woman who raised me and I am infinitely grateful for) has a mild case of OCD and tend to deep clean her house at least 2x a week... and insist that I do the same ( I H A T E cleaning, will do if in a pinch but hate it). She is otherwise a very sweet person that helps me and I help her.
@@KlavierMenn Honestly, if my mother had OCD, I would have understood her about it - I took enough psychology courses in college - it was my original intended profession. However, that isn't the case - as soon as I moved out, she let her "standards" drastically slide, all while whining about being underappreciated. Any time I was unfortunate to even spend a weekend there ever since, she immediately started ordering me around like an unpaid servant. The last time I spent more than an hour there I asked her about it and she blurted out (before walking it back like always)... "but i own you."
Yeah.
No... no she doesn't.
I only communicate with her once a year, very briefly, and she has to initiate. As in, she texts me, I put her on hold for 3 days, then read it, respond with as short a reply as I can manage, then leave anything else she may write as if I had read it - but I just leave the app open and walk away. I know her methods and I refuse to be hoovered back into her narcissistic circus.
Your auntie sounds lovely, btw. OCD is a tough thing to deal with - no matter if its "mild" or not. Deep cleaning twice a week is no easy feat. However, you speak so kindly of her, and with a tone of profound love & respect that I know/feel she did her very best with you. =D
Ok not really a getting owned type of story but just a little thing I want to share:
So when I was younger (about 11-12ish) I had this group of friends and we're all super close, at some point, this other kid wanted to join us (his parents and ours where friends if I didn't rmb wrongly) and he was the typical spoilt kid you'd expect, let's call him Ben for simplicity's sake (apologies to all Ben's out there)
One day we were going to this fancy hotel to spend our holidays at and we decided to take a taxi. Ben started complaining about how usually there will be chauffeurs to drive him to wherever he wants and how taking a taxi is lame it's nothing like his dad's car blah blah blah (according to him his dad had a Bently)
So at the end, we got so fed up with Ben and outta nowhere this other person in the group just said "Learn how to live in the real world and not some shitass 'rich' bubble of yours, ain't no one gonna wipe your ass for you in the public restroom"
Be like this man with a DIO pfp
That sounds like a gta sa quote, I wrote it with generic gangsta voice
My step daughter has never been made to follow a rule ever. Her mom let her drive her car with no license. She got pulled over arrested and the court made it so she has to wait 3 years to get her license. She cried like a baby.
The first mistake you made was dating a single mother. The children from another woman will never respect you and even if they listen to you they'll check with their mother before doing what you ask, you'll always be bottom of the pecking order.
Dont raise another man's seed
@@xMrjamjam lesson learned too late but ur 100% correct
@@xMrjamjam Stepkid here. The situation with my biological father has always been a difficult one, so I've basically been raised by my stepdads. I never treated them as lesser or inferior because they were my father figure; I relied on them and respected them for raising a random child they barely knew. They are my dads, every one of them.
@@xMrjamjam I'd have to disagree with that. It really depends on their natural attitude towards others, combined with how effective you are at integrating yourself into their life. I've known multiple step-fathers that are much closer with their kids than a majority of blood-related fathers, and vice versa.
@@blazefactor6849 I've got a friend who has a stepdad and honestly you can't tell that they are not step son and dad because of how close they are
You know, I always think of myself as a spoiled brat, and maybe I am. But I’m not as bad as any of these guys and I can do laundry and cook so at least I have that going for me.
It’s good that you’re self aware, and you probably aren’t as spoiled as you think you are. One thing you can do is ask your parents what you could do to make their lives a bit easier, and also paying more attention to how much things cost. When at a restaurant, take note of how much you have to pay for your meal or how much groceries cost when you go shopping with your parents. I’ve been doing this lately and it’s really helped me understand what my parents spend on me so I can be more grateful.
@@magicalwatermelon5147 thank you very much. I’ll definitely give this a try!
One of the biggest things you can do is even just offer to sweep the floor. You will see what really falls from counters and such, as well as how irritating it would be if you didn’t sweep.
My parents would always tell me that I was spoiled. that's all they would say to get out of rough spots or to stop a conversation.
It's good you are self aware. And let me tell you, cooking is one of the greatest joys in my life. It's really fun, and I think everyone should at least try. If it is not for you, then ok! But even if you aren't good at it, it is a valuable skill to know. Sorry this turned into me praising cooking. Seriously tho it is good you are self aware and aren't as bad as any of the brats described in the video.
That story about Todd reminded me of a story my husband told me about when he was in school. He went to private school, so as you can imagine, there were a lot of spoiled douches from rich families. One guy, however, was notoriously douchey, even for that place. One day, Notorious Douche spots my husband and one of his friends sitting by the doors to the computer lab, and decides to show off to his little gang of cronies by deliberately swinging the door back so that it hits my husband. My husband - who was a big guy even back then, but who has also always been incredibly sweet, patient, and gentle - punched the guy in the face. Of course, that got him called to see the headteacher, but Notorious Douche didn't even bother to lie that he had started the fight by hitting my husband with the door (and also, he was the Notorious Douche,) so the headteacher brushed it off and just gave my husband a warning.
He also gave him a pat on the back when Notorious Douche wasn't looking.
Spoiled dude stole a car and killed a puppy that belonged to a grieving widower...
Omg💔
@@katelamb4073 That grieving widower was John Wick.
@@mztweety1374 oh I was about to grab my mom’s shotgun and car keys
@@missmichelle1290 but what John Wick did was more gruesome tho
@@icetweiz that's why they didn't do it
Fun fact relating to libraries, I am partially responsible for my local library not issuing late fees anymore. I was like 11 and checked out like 30 different books on tons of stuff. And then I just read them and read them and read them and....oh gosh, their a month over due. Bring them in and the librarians just look at the late fee and say: "Don't worry about it." Apparently, the late fees were triple digits. Do this several times and then boom, they just stop charging late fees eventually. They didn't hate me or anything either. I was pretty well known there as the polite and excited about learning 11 year old. Later, got a part time job as a Paige there near the end of high school. Loved the job and everyone there. Basically was like working with a ton of Grandma's. I miss that job.
the thumbnail is a perfect representation of when you step on a lego
Exactly
Lil
lmaooo
the thumbnail is mokey when its not christmas
I too dislocate my jaw when stepping on legos
I was (and still am) friends with a mentally disabled, mildly overweight kid who we'll call Jon. One day Jon comes over and decides we should wrestle. We were both 11. I just got my white-yellow belt in Jiu-Jitsu and had some good fighting experience. Jon had never been in a fight, never did any form of martial arts and had only wrestled once before. I smoked him in all 13 rounds, even making him tap out on several rounds. after the 13th round he starts screaming that I cheated and he wants a rematch. Now ,for context I weighed about 67 pounds at the time while he weighed 102. The rematch had the same results and he decides after that he's going to do a surprise bonus round with no rules. Did not go well for him.
P.S. He is still my friend and we tease each-other about it.
I heard one story of an entitled brat being put in his place from my mom's dad, who was a medical doctor at the medical center of a large midwestern university in the 1970s. At that time, that university had a powerhouse football program, and the starting quarterback was a big-shot NFL prospect, who unfortunately had a huge ego about it (we'll call him AQB, for Arrogant Quarterback). On this particular day, he swaggered into the waiting room at the doctor's office, where several people were waiting in line to check in for their appointments. AQB strutted up to the front of the line and demanded to see a doctor. The receptionist, who was a nice, but no-nonsense 30-something lady we'll call Sarah, firmly pointed to the back of the line. AQB looked shocked, and protested "I'm AQB!" The receptionist smiled professionally and responded "I'm Sarah. It's nice to meet you. Now that we've introduced ourselves, it's time for you to get in line and wait your turn!" AQB was furious at this, and complained loudly all through the appointment. He complained to my grandfather, who was the doctor he saw that day, and demanded that he fire the receptionist. Much to AQB's displeasure, my grandfather firmly backed Sarah, and informed AQB that he wouldn't get special treatment just because of his position on the football team. AQB and some of his buddies tried to get the football team to boycott the medical center, but the head coach of the football team, who was a very successful, no-nonsense gentleman, found out about it and put a very quick stop to it by giving AQB and his toadies the choice of apologizing to the medical staff or being thrown off the team. AQB chose the first option, and went on to have a successful football career, both at the university level and in the NFL.
"Some say hes still out there failing to this day"💀😂💀😂
You can find out a lot about a person's character by their humility when they have everything, and their patience when they have nothing.
I remember this rich bratty kid I had to work with in college, we went to my flat and I was so rundown at the time I don't even have a kitchen, window, ac/heater, or a place to hang my laundry. This brat looked at my place and asked why the front door led "straight to the janitor's closet"
4:50 The opposite happened to me back when video stores were a thing. They were switching to DVDs and you could rent 10 VHS movies for $10 for a week.
I went and rented ten anime directly after getting all four of my wisdom teeth removed. The manager saw my bloody face full of gause, asked what happened, and in response I took out the envelope of my teef and shook them out on the counter.
He let me rent my animus for free.
Your "teef"? "animus"? How old are you, maybe ten years old? LOL Just joking with you.
@@tessarix Ah, I see you isn't a boy of kultchur.
Props to that guy. He seems pretty chill.
@@SiegeTF To this day, this man has not been able to talk normally due to his wisdom teeth
The one where the kid thought he’d pass the exam was absolute fire.
Good on the dad in the second story for paying for the damages and actually making his kid recieve consequences for actions rather than just excusing him.
I really like the stories of when the parents found out about their kid's bad behavior and put a stop to it. That rarely happens anymore.
Watching this made me remember a story to share that I have heard from a friend.
Typical renowned college school, has a prestigious background and you know it, a lot of rich kids enroll at this institute. However, they also accept students that aren't rich. Basically that can cover their finance to graduate and also scholarship. Which is nice too.
A typical spoiled brat female student. My friend berated that she was so spoiled literally and would treat other classmates that they were below her.
She endured all that ..bless her for her patience. And ffwd to the graduation or internship or getting hired at their first job at a company. Next thing she heard of her and told me, bratty girl was fired. :)
FFWD to a few years, I have heard every single co-worker or fellow employee I met who studied in this school have always said the same thing. And has also been now the new title for the college school, all the spoiled brats gets fired in every job they worked at. :) So people who know this locally, the mention of the school's name instantly goes to: "Oh, you mean that school that has every spoilt kid get fired instantly at their job? I see."
Note: the school itself was also shit.
11:31 Not for me... My father would make me (or one of my siblings) just sit in the laundry room until all the laundry was done with nothing else to do. We have 6 people living there so there were a lot of clothes.
Whoa that's like hours of just sitting around
@@zeusthunder6674 yea a lovely childhood.
uh it wasn't a "closet" and there is nothing wrong with just sitting in such a room
@Future Pants no he just watched movies
@Future Pants plus my childhood house didn’t have closets
I got one:
My father told me this story from his time in boot camp for the Marines. Before I even get into it, I'm certain he didn't just spin this yarn to make himself sound cool. He's usually very humble, and I could tell by the secondary satisfaction in his eyes as he told it that he could still feel the pride in his accomplishment.
Anyway, here goes.
My pops was in the Marines in the early 90s. When he was going through boot camp most of his platoon got along well besides this one guy. A large portion of his platoon was basically kids. 18, 19 year olds fresh out of High School. This guy was in his mid to late 20s, and was already in good shape. They were all equally worthless in the eyes of the Marine Corpse, they drilled that into thier heads from day one Full Metal Jacket style. But this guy thought that because he was older and bigger that he could push what was supposed to be his brothers around like they were lesser than him. All the way through boot camp he acted like a general jackass (think "Asshole Captain of the Football team" archetype) and kept getting away with it. He even purposefully broke the nose of his sparring partner during hand-to-hand training just to try and prove he was tough.
At some point in the training process at the time (dunno if they still do it, as the prevalence of the practice was long exhausted even by this time) they go to what's called "The Octagon" to learn and practice fighting with rifle bayonets. It's an octagon shaped wooden structure that served as the fighting ring, with thick wooden posts on each corner. They use a tool called a Pugal Stick (a stick like four ft long with pads on either end) to "safely" simulate one on one combat where both parties have a bayonet-fixed rifle. Asshole dude dominated this event fairly easily through brute strength. Technique hardly mattered when it's all about getting your opponent to the ground, or getting a solid strike with the tip, when you're a head taller and twice as strong as the kids you're sparring with. But my father was more on-par with this guy than most. Still a bit shorter, but by this point in training he'd bulked up a bit (I've seen pics of my pops before and after basic, and the transformation is unbelievable. Like a Bowflex commercial. 95 pounds soaking wet kid turned into a 190 pound monster in a few months kinda change), and whaddya know, my dad ends up being in the last fight of the day against this guy. Dad's right pissed at this dude for harassing and manhandling everyone all day, and decided to come at him like he was really going to kill him. They start, and pops full on sprints straight for him. Dude wasn't ready, didn't even reach the center of the arena. Just as he gets in close, pops ducks low and pushes his Pugal Stick upwards into the dude's chest while bringing his entire body up with it. Guy basically wraps around the stick, feet come off the ground just as he's driven straight back into one of The Octagon's corner posts.
Got to lose his win streak with a glorious display of broken ribs.
Good on ya dad. Fuck that guy.
your dad fucking leveled up too early, lol
The story about the kid who insisted that they'd pass was honestly really nice. Good on the dad! He showed that little shit that he's not a get-out-of-jail-free card
1:20 is not that bad he learned a small trade cleaning busses when he was probably going to be cleaning fast food restaurants...
Love the one about the college kid never taught how to do laundry! In my house, you started putting away your mom folded clothes around 5 yo. At 11yo you were taught the full chore, assigned a day, and from then on it was your responsibility to take care of your own clothes. Didn't matter if you were a boy or girl. Same with dinner. One night was your responsibility. Mom did all the shopping. You gave her your list for the next week on Thursday. We made our own lunches for school too. Also. we couldn't get a driver's license until we could change a tire by ourselves. Every time I taught roommates laundry or cooking I send a silent thanks to my mom.
Well my dad did it basically the same way but not as strict so by letting me help he teaches the needed skills till I could do it by my self and than he sayed that he had samething different to do and I should finish it or I could do/start it alone and well Tire change was my chore from the time on I had a schoolar internships at a repair shop (at age of 14 and a physic close to a bean sprout ) and so I did the car of my dad the car of his girlfriend and my older sister car (after she had too prove that she could change a tire if needed) the annoying part was always the jacking up with the small car jack out of the trunk 4 times per car and that I had to get my dad from time too time because one bold was over tightend and even with a long lever an my entire weight bouncing on it I couldn't lose it (at 15 I discovered that I could put more force in the bolt by pulling the lever away from the ground but way more exhausing)
6:34 how do you burn through $30k in less than a year unless you're paying off major debts??
With $30k I could currently pay off all hospital expenses without a care in the world and also pay off my husband's car and still be able to pay off a chunk of our house. How does someone spend that alone on food just for themselves??? That's horrifying
It was probably more than just food (maybe more of the liquid variety?) or treating his friends at high-end restaurants. That can burn through money really quickly.
5:08 his dad is a absolute legend. Give him a medal
Locker bully: **shoves op**
Op: i take that personally! Take this!!! Ha! **punches bullies face**
Bullies dad: 👍👌 how much to hit him again?
70 dollar per PUNCH
there were 2 incidents with the same kid.
there's a guy in my class who is probably the worst kid I ever met. he bullies me and my classmates, but his main target is me. before I used to get along with him normally, this changed everything. there's another kid in my class who didn't really do well in PE. when our coach told min to run, he just walked. the spoiled kid made fun of him and the poor kid was reduced to tears, and he wouldn't eat his lunch till his older sister came to our class and fed him. the teacher scolded him so bad that he didn't talk for the whole day.
fast forward and his next target was me. he was in a zoom group chat with all of the students in my class and in that, he insults my looks by making a meme, saying "the one girl who looks black in her vid" and went on saying that I was so ugly that he could throw up on me. the WHOLE group lashed out, insulted him back, and kicked him out of every zoom group he was in.
this happened only a few weeks ago and I'm in sixth grade. good riddance cause he never did anything like that again. in fact he became the new quiet kid in class.
Awesome. The one about “Todd” was awesome. Friggin saying, “say thank you” “why? he broke my nose!” And the dad is just like omegachad mode and goes “cause if I were there I would have killed you.”
I had a friend in high school who was one of these. He would mercilessly bully a kid with Asperger's at our school and was incredibly spoiled. His parents bought him a new VW GTI. The transmission had to be replaced after a month because he was wayyy too overconfident of his skills at operating a manual. Then a few weeks later, his mom dropped him off at school. Another friend was driving around with spoiled kid the night before and someone apparently cut them off. Spoiled kid speeds up to catch up with them and throw an Arizona tea can at the car. Ends up losing control and crashing into a tree in front of someone's house. Car was totalled.
You're cultured for using Mokey on the thumbnail.
Wait your telling me that some kids get an allowance without doing any chores!?
I was always told that it was my responsibility and I shouldn’t be paid for that. I guess people live different lives.
0:50 - Parenting A+ right here, that is a real dad chad
The rich kid's dad is the best dad, just because he is rich, he doesn't take advantage of that and keeps his morals and everything, amazing
The kid who came out as Gay after he left school probably was not sure of his sexual orientation, and was trying to fulfill all the Hetero BS he'd been taught all his life and finally found out who he was, but never got over the idea that he was the "Golden Child". I've known a few like that.
Bruh $40 can feed you for so long if you know what you're doing. Making your own bread is very efficient from a cost to calories perspective. Plus it's nice having fresh bread.
My dad can literally buy 50 items and only spend like 10 Dollars for all of them he knows where all the best prices are
Lady really decided to damage and contaminate tons of makeup without even looking or asking for a tester, which is common in drug and makeup stores... not only a brat but also absolutely dense.
That one at 6:09 really teaches a good lesson.
Never try to mess with anyone, because you wouldn’t cope afterwards.
Also 8:09 - I like newspapers, they make you look mature.
And 9:31 - Well, that’s how it all started. 😉
12:55 The biggest clue is right there - "... read Marcus Aurelius around the campfire at night." "They took everything as it came" is a hallmark of Stoicism.
22:50 a local navy base has a severe problem with this at one of its gates at an interstate off ramp. state police had 2 units, one blocking the "end" of the shoulder, the other catching the ones that saw him and tried to go around the line of other idiots to avoid a ticket. they had to have written thousands of dollars in citations each morning--that bad. a parking lot outside of the gate was constantly full of wreckers towing vehicles. i guess you get what you deserve.
Going full scorpion. Never have I heard a description that so perfectly allows me to imagine just what happened.
yeah that hurt my back thinking about it....
Of knowing exactly how it feels, as that happened to me once, probably doesn't help.
If you are wondering how it happened, I had a friend who had a trampoline, it had rained the previous night really hard, so the trampoline was still really wet and slick. I thought I could do a belly slide. Found out I couldn't.
Mormon kid who grew up in a *very* small farming community… I never did a manual labor job, but watched brother and friends do it. Honestly, we just did a lot of yard work/ hard house cleaning service projects growing up. I also raised sheep (grandparents did most of the hard hard work cos I was too little at the time) for several years. When you grow up on a farm/ farm-adjacent, you learn to work till it’s done, not till you’re tired. I didn’t learn you could stop when I was tired till I was in my 20s and had burnout so bad I almost had to quit a job.
11:18 I will try my best to never make fun of someone for something like that. My uncle didn't know how to do laundry either until his wife taught him, my grandparents believed in stereotypical gender roles/chores and so my mom and her sister couldn't even get a license until they were 18yrs old play sports, but their brother could at a younger age.
I don't first assume someone is a spoiled brat for something like that, but some just aren't taught things and that doesn't mean they don't want to learn.
I had a teacher who forced her adult daughter to dump a guy who owned a veryyyyyy successful business all because he didn't know how to do his own laundry and I believe had it sent out to be washed, her reason? "I didn't raise my daughter to date some Mama's boy". To this day that makes me sick, he didn't make her daughter take care of him, he had the money to do it himself and her daughter could've taught him easily, she literally could've fucked her daughter's future (not just living comfortably, but possible lasting happiness with him in general) because he was never taught to do laundry, sickening.
It was my bully actually. Around the 5th grade, typical school bully, fattest kid in our grade and one of the tallest. Constant bullying in and out of school. I was one of his favorite targets.
On a weekly basis he would attack me from behind, sit on my lunch bag, jump off the jungle gym and land on top of me or whatever cruel thing he could think of.
One day I got sick of it and challenged him to a fight. He showed up, I thought “Crap, now I do have fight him!”
Turns out that in a fair fight he was super slow and didn’t know how to fight. I wasn’t much better but I managed to send him away crying with a split lip, bloody nose and a black eye.
I was considered one of the wimpier kids in school. So when I kicked his butt it emboldened the other kids to stand up to him too. With his victim pool diminishing he began to have meltdowns.
The last time we saw him he was being pulled out of class by the principal and two guidance counselors. I don’t mean they led him out, they literally dragged him out while he was red faced and throwing a thermonuclear tantrum.
His parents had to enroll him in a local religious school that specialized in troubled youth.
$50 a day for food! That one guy was right, $40 is enough for a week, maybe an extra day or two if you're smart.
5:49 - “my brother ducked” thats amazing 😂
That cover be looking like the cart titan 😂
Tru
The cart titan is ugly but you can't deny that Pieck is the ultimate waifu
@@jjhollis320 She used to be until Pieck took her throne
@@jjhollis320 Actually you're right, Sasha is the best girl
@@jjhollis320 EVERYONE SHUSH... WE ALL _CLEARLY_ KNOW THAT THE BEST ONE IS...
MARCO!
Dad was a sailor. He said that, with seasickness, the only sure cure is to sit under a 100-year-old oak tree. Apparently, for the first three days, you're scared you're gonna die. Then, for the next three days, you're scared you ain't gonna die. After that, it gets better.
14:22 If I was there and he was hitting me with that toy, first I would warn that if he had done it again I would throw the toy, then if he did something else I would have thrown him. I would have 0 regrets.
“Do you know who my father is?”
Me: “why? Don’t you?”
"Do you have any idea who my father is?"
"I'm afraid I can't help you on that one. Have you tried asking your mother?"
That snobby girl who got rear ended.... lol. I LOVE instant karma. 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻💯🤣🤣
2:03 this has to be the most wholesome thing to come out of these types of videos
i love hearing the text to speech robot say a- in between every post
Not all of my high school graduating class were this way but we had a lot. A fair number of them had either very rich parents or said parents were teachers or part of the school board. One in particular was the son of probably the richest guy in our small town and who's mom was president of the school board. Naturally he had everything handed to him and most teachers were overly nice to him. This was especially hard for me as he was also in the choir and show choir like me. It was more or less accepted that any and all solos were going to him no matter who tried out and how hard your practiced. The choir had this yearly concert near the end of the school year that was more or less put on by the students as apart from small performances by the entire group, the rest of the show was the students essentially doing karaoke but we all got to try out all the same. Needless to say he always got to do his own solo performance even though they were always basically the same song (some prissy vomit inducing love ballad that I'm convinced lead to the creation of Justin Beiber with how high this kid's voice was).
Anyway, I was always annoyed because I tried every year but was only given my real shot my senior year (and every senior more or less was assured a performance) and every year I tried something different. By the time we graduated everyone more or less was expecting this guy to go on and have some sort of musical career, especially since his dad had some money in a record company. Cut to 11 years later and he was unable to get any record deal despite trying. He tried to make it as a youtube music star but absolutely no one outside of those in this small town of about 1400 people even bothered to follow. His most notable act? Escorting some celebrity to some event in Omaha from her limo to the doors of a theater for a premier.
While I haven't been super successful, the fact I actually have managed to make money from my passion while the thing everyone thought he would certainly excel lead to him amounting to nothing to this day gives my black heart warmth. He had everyone kissing his ass because his dad was rich and mom ran the school board but the second he threw his hat in the real world he found out how fast life can come at you.
2:26
idky, for some reason this reminds me of one of my classmates, whose dad was the physics teacher. he was nothing like this, in fact he actually did the best in physics when we graduated and was one of the few people who didnt get fricked over in chemistry (it's a... it's a long story but basically 90% of the class, myself included, got a final average of around 40 to 50 cuz we went through 4 teachers in a single year and the third one sucked so much that everyone just kinda lost hope and motivation and stopped caring)
but there was one assignment, we had to make a powerpoint explaining the origins and purpose of inkjet printers, photocopiers, and skyscraper air purifiers (it's been 3 years i barely remember) and also go on a step by step of how they worked, then present it in front of the class.
now despite what i previously said about chemistry, im actually kinda above average when it comes to learning things, like, i just understand quickly, and i have a soft spot for science, especially astronomy and quantum physics. so i legit had to read thru the wiki pages for the above things once and i already had it downpack, and could explain it in my own words easily. so since i didnt spend much time on research, i spent most of my time beautifying my presentation and adding custom animations to better explain the stuff
so cut to the day of presenting. classmate who is son of the teacher is bragging (something he doesnt normally do btw, he's usually just chill) about how good is presentation is, everyone believes him cuz, well, he's the teacher's son. so im one of the first to present, everyone finds it nice or whatever, it's a bit over the top but it's good, and i was able to explain it in a nice, simple way without even looking at my slides because i was able to simply improvise it. son of the teacher goes after me, and it's clear to literally everyone that he legit just ripped everything from wikipedia. like, he legit just copy and pasted, not even an attempt to put it in his own words. and he clearly had no idea what he was talking about either because at first he tried to do it like i did and improvise but he had to resort to just reading the words off the slide and everyone was just kinda staring at him deadpan the entire time like "are we supposed to find this good after the previous one or something?" and the teacher just looked so disappointed it was actually kinda funny
I grew up with a spoiled rich kid he was awesome just wasn't always aware of how spoiled he was. Sometimes you just had to explain things to him but he always gets it. He actually got a used Honda Civic in HS because he didn't want to show off, he's still awesome works super hard even though he definitely doesn't have too.
As for doing laundry, I learned that by like 12, and made sure to teach my kids once they hit their teens. And yeah, it is funny having to teach some kid how to do their own laundry/ scrub a bathroom, basic cleaning stuff when you’ve all signed up to risk your life for the country
That’s good. I’ll do the same for mine. My parents never taught me, my mom stayed home but she had no tolerance for teaching. All her time was spent on the computer, taking care of the yard, or on the phone bitching for hours - while the TV goes on all day. I didn’t even know how to cook an egg until I was 19, clean a bathroom or do laundry until 18. It’s not that I didn’t have interest in learning, it’s that I wasn’t around someone with the patience to show me. It was easier for her to do it in 5 mins than to spend 30 having me do it. My kids will know better as you did.
My Dad taught me how to do laundry when i was 7. I was helping him with it after he said i could when i asked.
Teacher here. Student accused me of not awarding his deserved A+ (he was B- at best). He got parents in for a meeting. I created a PowerPoint showing A+ work (from classmate) and his work, clearly stating the differences, and how I can help him to improve. Dad, my HoD and VP accepted my decision. Student kept bitching about me, refused my help.
Fast forward 2 years, student needs a certain SAT score to be accepted into his first choice university. He failed FIVE times! Student blamed teachers, the system, the SATs themselves etc. He did not get in, so decided not to go to university at all. Dad is pissed, decided to cut him off financially. Now student has to look for a job as soon as he finishes high school. Judging from the work ethic (or lack of) I have seen in class, he is going to struggle. If only he listened to me 2 years ago......
6:06
Don't fight your enemy, make your enemy fight themselves.
Incredible defensive strategy.
10:33 I feel for this guy. When I moved into my first apartment, I didn't know how to use the dishwasher. So I put in dish soap...about 1/2 a cup. When I returned to the kitchen a little later there was chest high foam nearly to the opposite wall. You should have seen me scooping it out of the air with a pan and rinsing it down the sink. It took hours to clean up.
The kid punching the other kid story has major “that happened” vibes
"Laundry is a common hurdle for 18 year olds fresh into the world"
Me, who's been doing my own laundry entirely since I was 10: *Pathetic*
I swear I've seen this exact video somewhere but this one was posted 4 hrs ago.. 🤔
I was thinking. If someone decided to try to insult me by calling me gay I would either say "It takes one to know one and clearly you don't know one.", "Did anyone ask?", or "Last time someone tried to insult me with that I laughed so hard I fell out of my brand new Chevy Bel Air."
Honestly, nothing gets my blood boiling like spoiled brats being assholes to their parents who love their kid and are good people. It's like how f*cking dare you? At least you have the privilege of having both of your parents loving you and being alive. My father died very suddenly when I was in high school. I loved my dad so much, and I still love him even though he's been gone for 6-ish years, but he never got to see me graduate high school, never got to see me get into uni, never got to see that I went into k-12 education just like he had. He won't get to be there when I graduate university. I can honestly say he helped inspire me to become an educator.
So it just makes me so mad to see these people just take their parents for granted, especially when they're my age and they have loving parents who are genuinely great people who support them. Because at least their parents get to share these precious moments with them that my father never will share with me.
A good father, truly involved in their child's life is one of the best things that could ever happen for both of them.
"if you don't pay then all you money you owe. I'm gonna pay it to the cops"
11:24 man am i glad i had to start doing laundry and clean everything at 6 yrs old-
"boat shoes, no socks" I've never seen this but somehow I know the exact type person this is referring to.
The "they aren't extras in the story of her life" was awesome.
I love my mom for making me raise myself cause now I won’t need to figure out how to do things like doing the laundry
had a spioled member of my party crew. One day we were fed up as he was constantly getting us into small brawls and we kept on getting kicked out of venues. So he starts eyeballing some large guys, thinking that we would be there to back him up when he started a brawl, half of the crew were female, 1/3 of the males were nerds with slight builds, none of us were trained in any combat skill at all.
We watched him get the shit beaten out of him. Once he fell to the ground, I yelled to guys, one of whom was gunna put the boot in for "good measure" "He's had enough, thanks for the lesson".
HE got the shits with ME, SOME FRIEND YOU ARE. i said dude, I am 5 foot 1, weigh 45 kgs and your getting me into brawls, every other weekend, I have to work in a law firm with bruises! The boss thinks my wife is abusing me.
A number of the parents who are rich once knew the struggle
I’ve been washing dishes, doing laundry, cooking lunch, breakfast, and dinner, mowing the lawn, and cleaning the house since I was 14
Dudes who aren't taught how to do their own laundry have crappy moms.
We’ve all been through this I feel like. Probably smaller instances though. But it is what makes people be better and be grateful.
My best friend in high school was abit spoiled. He didnt know how to get on public transport so I had to teach him the first time we went out.
11:17 Guy's guide to laundry (at least when I came up, 1960's-70's): Only buy permanent press. Put all clothes together in the same load, warm water, medium wash. Run washer. Put all stuff into dryer, medium dry. Done. No messing about with fabric softeners or dryer sheets (not sure those sheets even existed then, BTW).
Gonna do a special episode for the people stories #420?
Oh I have a story from my sister! So she works at a piano bar so college students come in all the time. One of them was a brat and did all the classic "do you know who my dad is" and one day my sis had enough of it and got him 27'd lol
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TH-cam absolutely cries when it’s the beginning of a popular video. You could have been first, or you could have been 100th
Close but no cigar
"$40 can feed you for a week if you grocery shop"
Only been 3 years and that aged like milk. $60-$80 these days.
i was ready to expect that the guy at 14:27 was gonna ram that kid with a car or something and was eagerly awaiting it
2:04 FUCK YEAH!
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Someone get that dad a trophy.
Actually I appreciate any story where the parent is the one dispensing reality. Because it seems like it’s so uncommon these days
Lord, my standing joke at restaurant that have great food is at "two bite check" (it's a server trick, watch you table, after everyone had had two of three bites, drop by and check if their meals are okay, you make another pass again incase dessert or if they'd like their bill.) When server comes by on the second trip and asks if everything's still okay, I've pretty much destoryed the plate and reply, "God, no, it was awful, so I ate of it just to make sure." I can't believe some would do this IRL, Keep your server happy, always remember when you place an order you have just entered a hostage negotiation to get your meal, delivered to your table, quick, the way you wanted it, and in a safe and sanitary manner. Seriousl, NEVER screw with anyone in charge of bringing you food. And leave a nice tip. They;'re people, when they great you, look away from your phone, look at them and say hello politely. You have no idea how much, "We made too much of this, would you like it?" or Free dessert we get, just by being nice to a another human.
I used to work at a library in Texas near the Mexican border. One day, a couple came into the library and the woman demanded to be allowed to just take books home with her without checking them out. When I tried to explain that she needed a library card to borrow books, the woman showed me a U.S. border patrol badge and tried to intimidate me into allowing her to take the books without getting a library card because she felt that because she worked for border patrol that the library policies didn't apply to her.
This woman had actually spoken with a lower-level employee first and was then referred up to me after demanding to speak with a supervisor when she didn't get her way the first time. She didn't get her way with me either and then spoke with my supervisor who was the branch manager. I later heard that she brought her demands to two levels above my supervisor to the very top of the library system and spent over 30 minutes telling various library employees that she was entitled to just take books because she worked for border patrol. None of us cared who she worked for and told her that the same rules applied to her as applied to everyone else. She eventually gave up and left without the books. Had the woman simply signed up for a card, the whole process of signing up for a card normally took about 2 minutes, although it sometimes took as long as 5 minutes when the person signing up for a card didn't speak English.
Based on the way she was acting, I suspect that the woman may have been trying to impress her male companion by showing him how her working for border patrol entitled her to some sort of special treatment at the library. If so, she failed completely.