The bitter truth. The "beautiful" lie. No, not that I love you, because you're gross. I mean... I'm just kidding! Or am I... anyway, today's blog post will be something quite different. Today, we are going to dissect the definition (implied and literal) of the word "spoiled".
What exactly does being spoiled mean to you, to me, to Chuck Norris, or to Steve Jobs? To me, spoiled means receiving whatever one desires, whenever one desires. To you, it may mean a heavenly substance that comes from the udders of cows that has long passed it's expiration date. And, if you really think about it, why is being spoiled such a bad thing?
I'll admit it.
I'm totally spoiled. Ever since a young age, whatever I have wanted, (by the grace of god) I have gotten. This was a result of the policy my parents enforced based on the pragmatic notion that if a child received high marks in exams, exhibited exemplary behavior, didn't stick his/her boogers on the couch, they deserved whatever item/promotion they got. And even though I'm the biggest beneficiary of this, I can't help but think...is it always the right way to go?
Let me break it down to you in the least "omg she's totally bragging way" I possibly can. Being the younger and I-guess-not-really responsible sister, my parents usually bought everything for my sister in doubles (except for cell phones. They always hold up on the cell phones!). Most older sibling would be upset about this, but my sister? Naaaaahhh. She really just...didn't care. How? I cannot possibly imagine.
But....the thing is...should I feel..guilty? I truly hate it when people marvel at my belongings like "when I was your age, I was happy to receive a grape, forget a coach bag!". Like...okay? Good for you. I eat fruit salads four times a day, chick.
But in all seriousness, why do we do that? I've done it before to an toddler I saw cruising the lanes of Walgreens with an iPad.....but, c'mon? Maybe it's the generation gap to blame or something. Maybe its because of Barack Obama's healthcare policies. Either way, I am beyond tired of this whole concept of "judging because of material possessions". If you deal with a similar problem, here are a couple of ways to deal with this issue:
1) Acknowledge it. Say, "I know I'm spoiled. But at least I'm not a brat". And then, (this is the hard part), don't be a brat. Stop waving your iPhone around. Stop opening and closing your macbook. Stop jingling the charms of your Juicy Couture bracelet. These couple of assets do not make you superior to anyone. Know that you are blessed to own these items, and be sure to thank your parents and the lord almighty for his blessings.
2) Use all of these possessions to their maximum potential. Make the most out of everything. If you have a camera, take videos following around homeless people in urban areas and upload them to Youtube to raise awareness. If you have a smartphone, participate in the Unicef Tap Project. If you have a fancy s'mancy computer, write a blog that deals with consoling cancer victims. The possibilities are truly endless.
I write to express my passions, views and opinions on different types of cheese, and to heal myself. I am an aspiring law student and hand model for McDonalds. I currently reside in the United States, and study at UT Austin. Most importantly, I wholeheartedly hope you enjoy what my work has to offer.