Xanatos wrote:Ugh. I wish I had been spoiled. I got a box of popcorn under the Christmas tree once. Maybe if they'd sued the doctors, I'd be rich right now...
I'm an only child. People would always say to me that only children are spoiled and selfish, and I was never sure what they meant (though I did wonder how on earth you could put with having siblings who would and could come and bother you at any time!)
In university, I was staying in a student house. One of my housemates was also an only child, except he was the Webster's dictionary definition. Outrageously arrogant and selfish and rather in love with himself, I remember a number of charming incidents including:
-getting lucky with a girl he liked from his sports team, and then basically throwing her out in the middle of the night as soon as they'd 'finished'. I remember sleepily emerging from my room (which was by the front door) wondering what was going on and he just said 'ride the punani, mate' and went back up to bed.
-suggesting we go to the movies, but demanding gas money IN ADVANCE. We refused and sat back down on the couch and switched the TV back on.
-making a list of 'house rules'. It was intended to be humorous but they were all biased so that our rules were easily broken because of our habits or personalities while his were deliberately weighted in his favour so he'd never break them. The penalty for breaking a rule was putting money into a box which would then be used to fund milk and bread or nights out. We soon twigged to the scheme and just ignored them.
-as a final and pointlessly unpleasant act, when the year ended he moved out but I moved upstairs into his old room. He had bought a little jug of milk (the little 1 pint kind) and left the top just slightly loose, and then torn part of the fabric bottom of my boxbed away and stuffed it up inside the frame.
Fortunately for me, I never managed to dislodge this thing and spill the contents... I discovered it by mistake when my pen rolled under the bed and I felt the moisture on the torn fabric, and carefully extracted the now-rancid milk which must have been under there for nearly six months.
Where was I? Oh yeah. Spoiled. Not a good thing to be.