35 Spoiled Folks Online Share Their Moments Of Realizing How Different The Real World Really Is

I was a spoiled rotten child and also into my teen years. My parents bought me a brand new red convertible for my 16th birthday. I threw a fit over it because what I actually wanted was my brother's old car (that we still had) which was dark blue in colour. I was so shallow and a horrible person back then..

So what really turned me around? That next summer I took a job as a camp counselor at a local day camp. I did not have to work but I was bored and sounded like something easy to do. God, I was so wrong. This day camp was specifically geared to the lower classes who could not afford child care during the summer. We served them breakfast, lunch, and an afternoon snack. For a lot of the camp kids this was all they would eat that day and on Friday's they would beg for extra food/snacks to take home for themselves and/or their siblings because they may not get to eat again until Monday. This really hit me hard but the part that got me the most..

This one kid (around 5-6) would refuse to take their shoes and socks off, even if we were going to the public pool that day. I couldn't understand why until one day he came in limping, like his feet were causing him so much pain. I convinced him to let me help him get his shoes and socks so I could see what might be bothering him. Once I did, it took everything in me not to break down right there. His socks were covered in blood. His poor tiny little feet were covered in sores and his toes seemed to curl under a bit. He was in so much pain from the state of his feet. As it turns out, he had been wearing shoes about 3 sizes too small. His family couldn't afford new shoes. I took my lunch break and went out to buy him new socks and a few pairs of shoes.

This broke me..which I definitely needed. It changed my way of thinking forever.

Sorry about the length.

I was a school bus driver in the 70s. During height of court ordered busing, so I ferried poor kids to the rich side of town, then rich kids the other way. Lots of entitled brats but one stands out. Super entitled kid, constantly defying rules. Eventually I caught him (with too many witnesses) attempting to set a bus seat on fire with his lighter. School officials were called.

Hearing with officials and rich dad -- and he's banned from all buses rest of semester. Dad offers to pay for the damage and quietly accepts the punishment. Then comes the surprise.

Next morning when I arrive at 6:00 am to clean my bus (regular task every morning), rich kid and Dad are standing there. Dad introduces me to my "new personal bus cleaner" for the rest of the year. He brings kid every morning and forces him to wash and clean the floors on my bus before taking him on to his school. By end of year, entitled kid is actually working hard, and being friendly. We're getting along pretty well and I help him out sometimes so he can get on to school. Kid turns out OK when all is over.

Good move by his Dad.

At 20, when I started dating my now husband. He was raised by a single mom who worked three jobs and they still barely got by, while my mom was a SAHM and my dad was/is successful in his line of work.

Husband and I went to high school together. At the beginning of every school year my parents would easily drop $15k on me and my sister for school clothes; my husband would go with our HS secretary to get clothes that were paid for by the school district. I didn't even know that was a thing....

Yes, I am aware and I agree that this is a stupid amount of money to spend on clothing. To clarify, a large portion of that amount was spent on designer items/accessories.

I have no idea why we went to the same school, I wasn't in charge of creating the imaginary dividing lines of our city.

My husband and I have known each other for years and were always friends. We got together a couple years after high school for a drunken night complaining about exes, and discovered we share a lot of the same ideals about relationships in general. We moved in together three weeks later lol.

Yes, he makes decent money now, and yes, he's handsome as f**k. Sometimes I just stare at him and I'm just like, "how?"

Also, my parents are wealthy, I am not. We live modestly, and have verrrrrry little wiggle room every month, but I truly and honestly don't give a s**t because we are really f**king happy!

I grew up living in a huge hotel. Kind of like your Suite Life of Zack and Cody thing except that I was a spoiled young kid. When I was 7, I'd have a nanny put on my socks, wear my school uniform everyday etc. I had four nannies before that and they all left. I made one cry once because I yelled at her for not helping me with my math homework. I slapped another one. She left 3 months later.

It hit me hard a year or two later when my dad had to travel overseas to work so I was stuck with that one particular nanny named Tina. My dad didn't really send a lot of money back to us and so we had to live in a cramped apartment since we needed to move out of that particular hotel. I hated my nanny at the beginning because she was just so damn strict. Turns out that she was doing this because she wanted us to change, and we did.

Because my dad didn't send enough money and didn't want to (stingy guy), we had to ration our food on some days and I couldn't go to many school activities because we didn't have a car like we used to. And we didn't have enough money. This was hard on my brother and I because we went to a private international school so it was really hard not trying to show others our personal struggle. It was even harder on me as I was a prefect at that school, and so not attending school activities/extracurricular stuff was the worst.

During that period, I learnt so much and begun to empathize properly. I learnt to socialize with my neighbours, be independent, and this made me enjoy my childhood living in that apartment more than I ever did living in a hotel. I owe it all to my nanny to be honest. I consider her my surrogate mom now regardless of the rough beginning and I honest to god, would not have changed one single bit if it wasn't for her.

When I was working at a public library, we had a few local celebrities come in from time to time. Most of them were nice, but one had a real stick up his a**e. He would b***h about having to stand in line, and about late fees, and about everything else. We would just say "sorry, those are the rules" or "thank you for being patient" even though he wasn't.

One day, he and I were apparently both having a bad day, and when I told him there was a limit on how many DVDs or video games he could check out at a time, he slammed his hands on the desk and raged, "Do you know who I am?!" This is a grown-a** man, mind, I was a little college student who barely looked old enough to drive. I was sick of his low-key bullying, so I just looked at him and said, "Yes, I do, Mr. X, and the rules still apply to you. Which of these would you like me to put back?"

He was stunned. I don't think anyone had ever actually told him that the rules for everyone else did in fact apply to him as well. He was a little nicer after that. Not a lot nicer, but still.

I was spoiled, a slight egomaniac, and raised in a upper middle class private school setting. I was the oldest grandson of a large Catholic family; and my mom would argue with my teachers in my defense even if I was caught cheating.

My reality check was a cancer diagnosis at 16. Having to truly suffer and watch other children suffer altered my perspective forever. I am eternally grateful for my cancer diagnosis for preventing me from becoming a terrible adult.

I grew up in an upper middle class family near Chicago, IL in the 1970's-80's. In 1981 I was 8 years old and my family went to Mexico for vacation. We were in Mexico City and had just had a fabulous dinner where they even cooked part of our meal right next to our table on a cart. On the way out, I grabbed a lollipop from the candy bowl. We were walking back to our hotel, when we came upon a mother and daughter who were destitute and begging. I locked eyes with this little girl who was just about my age, and she was dirty and her clothes were in bad shape. I gave her the only thing I had which was the lollipop, and she smiled. This was the first time I had ever encountered someone who was truly poor. This experience left a very strong impression on me and it is something I will never forget.

My dad owns a bar, and one night there was this rich kid with his friends, boat shoes without socks, the whole thing. He was giving one of the bar tenders a tough time because he was on the shorter side. This kid was bothering the bar tender for about half an hour until finally he got my dad to come out. My dad basically yelled at the kid about how the bar tender enlisted in the military and fought in Afghanistan and how ashamed he should be to make fun of an honest, hardworking veteran for his height. The kid left the bar nearly crying, and I hope that experience helped him change for the better.

I was raised by my great grandmother. She was well to do, active well into her 80's and her world revolved around me. Ballet, gymnastics, all the music classes I could fit in my schedule. I had a menagerie of pets. Christmases were obscene. She catered to my every whim as a child.

Now that I'm an adult and my wonderful Gram has passed, I've learned that what I had was really unique. The world does not wait on me, I'm not special to everyone. I struggle with entitlement and narcissistic tendencies. It's isolating at times and I miss her.

I grew up in Indonesia, a 3rd world country where you'd definitely have maids if you're posting on reddit. I grew up thinking it's common to have multiple maids.

Moved to Singapore, a 1st world country where people still have maids, but it's more of an upper-middle class & above thing. Got assigned to sweep the floors by the teachers, and that was my first time holding a broom.

Swept it back and forth like in cartoons, and everyone was looking at me going, "Er, what the f**k are you doing?"

Turns out I was just creating a dust cloud around me. You have to sweep in one direction and gather all the dust into the dust pan.

Mind blown.

My parents owned a bookstore near the CBD of a major city.

One day a entitled brat drove into traffic, from a side street, without a care in the world. The car he cut in front of beeped their horn to which the entitled brat actually stuck his hand out the window and gave the car behind him the finger.
Lights starting flashing as the car that was cut in front of was an undercover police car; and it happened right in front of us all :)

Up until I was 12, I got everything I wanted. Everything I pointed out in shops I got, everything I found online I got. I was ridiculously spoiled and I doubt I would have been able to even slightly take care of myself.

When I was around 10, my mother was diagnosed with cancer. I still treated both of my parents like c**p and demanded everything from them. Eventually she was cleared but another tumour was found when I was 12. It was terminal, and she passed away two months later.

Going from having parents obeying my every whim to only having one seriously depressed parent who barely had enough money to cover basic needs was a huge shock to the system.

Everyday I regret the way I treated my mother because I was an absolute brat and she was an excellent mum who deserved better. Obviously after this I woke the f**k up and realised how spoiled I really was.

My brother was the only one of us who was spoiled. He never had to do chores at home, that was for us girls to do. He went to college and called to complain about how expensive doing the laundry was. My parents could not figure out what could be so expensive about it, until he explained:

He was sorting the whites and the colors like my Mom had told him. It was very expensive to wash the reds, then the yellows, then the black clothes, then the blue clothes.... AND it was taking forever! We still laugh at this.

From the subcontinent, things went downhill after i got into an engineering university. Mom had to sell her wedding jewelry to get me through the semester.

Now here i am, thinking i should get her some gold jewelry because now i can. MOM, I LOVE YOU!

I grew up very privileged. When I look back on it, I never even appreciated it. When I was 17 I came out and went from privileged to getting kicked out and living on the street.

That was some years ago now and I've made a pretty amazing life for myself. In fact, I'm almost 100% positive that I'm better off than if I kept on my previous track. In every way.

When I joined the Army. Guy who had the Infantry tattooed on him didn’t even last 2 weeks in basic training. He cried and yelled “I shouldn’t have to get yelled at to do something”

When I found out that people on my basketball team considered going to McDonald's "a once a year special treat." From that point, I began to appreciate my gifted financial circumstances and always try to accommodate ideas for those with less money when going out with friends.

As a teen, one day I was being a little s**t as usual and dad got pretty upset, he blew up and said "you're never thankful for anything I do for you, are you? I never get any thanks for the things I do around here." After that I was sure to try and express my gratitude for his hard work keeping a roof over our heads. Tell someone you love "thank you" because they need to be appreciated.

Military bootcamp. Wanted to eat an orange, didn't know how to peel one. Slyly waited for someone else to start peeling before emulating him. End up with a badly squashed, untidily peeled orange ball that tasted like sour reality. BOOM. Evolved.

This was Basic Military Training in Singapore. During training, boy was I hungry like a vampire at a bloodbank. And the fruit of the day was oranges. Whole, unpeeled orangey balls of untouchable glory. The trick was to eat my food relatively slow enough (which is still pretty damned fast considering mealtime was borderline 10 minutes) so that I didn't finish my food too early and end up staring at my orange as if it's an alien's testicle.

And I can peel oranges by hand with relative ease now.

I grew up in Japan/Hong Kong and always have maids to take care of my stuff. When I went to boarding school in the UK, I realised I don't know how to change my bed sheet , and have no idea how to use the toaster.