Spoiled

I’m often fascinated by spoiled people. Supposedly Zelda Sayre Fitzgerald and F. Scott were spoiled. So was Hemingway. Actually a lot of glittering “personalities” seem to have been spoiled as children, at least.

I wasn’t spoiled, despite what haters will sometimes claim otherwise. Actually, my parents with their religious practices, rules, vices and etc. were pretty much the opposite. My mother literally emphasized frequently that she didn’t want to spoil me. At dinner I couldn’t even vaguely complain about the food or I’d get in trouble. If I was asked my opinion on it I was allowed to express it politely and gently at most.

The people who hated me most on Instagram were probably…spoiled. Let’s be honest. Even if your parents could only give you a used, refurbished old Mercedes the fact that they gave it to you at all is not “normal”. Actually, unless your parents are legitimately and solidly upper-middle class giving away even an old Mercedes isn’t typical… At least I don’t think so. My ex-husband’s father bought an old 1970’s Porsche and restored it and my ex-brother-in-law drove it for a while but they’re wealthy. I mean, truly wealthy. My father bought me a new Corolla because it was reliable, cost effective and fit into his long-term budget. But…just giving away a Mercedes? … I had a roommate from a very nice family in college who drove her parent’s old Mercedes until it died…

Now, even as I label most of my haters spoiled I don’t mean that as an insult. Truly. It’s not their fault they’ve been indulged necessarily… AND I’d bet that in in the case of at least half of the people who hate me there’s also been pain in life. For some of those people that combination of getting their way and yet not might be difficult? I don’t know…

At any rate, I find it fascinating. Are you spoiled? No? Some haters might not be… And hopefully my blog is read by people other than just haters.