Well, you see, it’s those OTHER parents that raised entitled losers. Their little Sneauxflayke Kaylynn is of course ~special~ and deserving of greater consideration.
Agreed in general. I think in some cases the kid had brought the parent with them to the US and supported them. So mom had nothing better to do than make sure their prodigy had no worries or distractions from making their career.
While I can see how that situation can come about I’m still in the camp that it is a disservice to not allow kids to fully grow up and mature.
Me too personally. I half moved out when I was 16 spending most days/nights at my band’s studio space. And completely moved out at 18 at which time my dad canceled my health and car insurance and never helped pay for college and literally handed me a beer and stopped caring if I cussed. His thought was if I wanted to be an adult then that’s how he would treat me.
I don’t believe I said they’re worse than we are, and I do blame my peers for forgetting that, as parents, we have two things to do: love our children unconditionally, and raise them to be responsible adults.
I believe I can speak about my children’s and grandchildren’s generations faults and failings, and blame both the parents and the now-adult children for them, without the passive-aggressive bullshit your mother (and mine, too) would dish out.
I know, my generation did. Those fucking baby boomers screwed up everything.
As yes, as a society, we have failed ourselves.
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
Sounds like my experience, but I didn’t even get a beer. That’s child abuse!
It made his point clear. In his eyes I was an adult. I wouldn’t get any help but he also wouldn’t tell me what to do.
It was actually pretty smart of him. I was rebellious and with that one conversation he took away much of what I would of wasted my 20’s fighting him over. Although he did visibly cringe when I told him I was majoring in art. But he said nothing negative and quickly followed up that I had been very creative since I was young and he looked forward to seeing what I created. A year later I decided on my own that while I loved art, that I didn’t want to tie it to my financial success. Twenty plus years later I still enjoy making art free of commercial concerns.
Now that sounds like an interesting (and probably horrible) tale that i doubt you can ever tell.
This is a * remarkable * insight. Those for whom their condition is so relentlessly chronic, and based in some chemical imbalance or brain anomaly (such as chronic depression or schizophrenia), is a different class of illness and perhaps truly deserving of the term “mental illness”; for the rest of us that comparatively have a broken cognitive cycle that we keep repeating (I believe the woman in the video is one of them), your assessment certainly applies. I have never heard it described this way and I hope what you wrote can help a lot of people … your description is spot-on.
I think there’s more real power to reach people in a laugh than in anything else. Your laughter would likely spread, and it would probably have more positive impact on the situation than anything else anyone could do…
I don’t mean it would be like a calculated tactic or anything. I’d just have trouble believing something so surreal was actually happening to me. I’d be looking around for the Candid Camera guy or that Eyewitness News “What would you do?” team.
Thanks. I have a formal diagnosis (ADHD), and have also lived the broken cognitive cycle, as the two often go hand in hand.
I now work with foster kids. Some have intellectual disabilities, but almost all suffer from PTSD and depression. Some of them are nearly intolerable to be around, and are poorly socialized. They only thing they respond to is compassion and acceptance. I think that’s true for all people.
Then someone, knowing full well that they’re deathly allergic to peanuts, will eat the snickers because you gave it to them, go into anaphylactic shock, and sue you for your part in it.
So you’re suggesting Milky Way?
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When they threaten to call the cops, I just do it for them.
oh dammit, you’re right. what’s the peanut-free solution these days? kit kat?
Mars bars?
Being a person of color, that’s not usually my first impulse; given how cops seem to make any given situation worse with their very presence. But for that particular woman I think I might have held out my phone to her and said “Go ahead; Call 'em.”
I’m guessing the odds aren’t great that she’d actually take me up on the offer, given that she seemed to want some attention more than anything else.
Still get sued by a diabetic.
There is no solution to the Kobayashi Maru.
Not going to argue that, but I do find that the police generally side with the business or property owner.