Quit telling your kids how special they are, 'cause they're not...
I'm not talking to anyone specifically, so don't think I'm singling anyone out. Plus, if the kids are related to me, they already have that going for them, so we already know they're awesome.
Sorry this is what you get after waiting so long, but this is what you get. Deal with it.
My generation seems to coddle their young. Don't get me wrong, all parents love their children, but we've gone a bit extreme. Well, technically, every parent wants to keep thier children from the hardships they've endured, and give them a better life. So our parents are to blame too.
You see, I understand you love your child. And I understand they are beautiful. To you! To everyone else they do not matter. (Except in the case that they are related to me. If that is the case, they obviously rock!) The problem I am having is with all the parents continually telling there kids how great they are. And they grow up believing it.
Ok, are you all fuming yet? Have I struck a chord? I hope so, because here is my defense to throw back at ya.
One of my biggest gripes since we moved here is traffic. Something that has spilled over to NOLA. I have seen here, and heard stories from NOLA. (And don't think you all in Orlando get out of this one. All big cities are screwed as far as traffic is concerned.) But people on a 4 lane highway will actually come to a complete stop in the left (fast / PASSING) lane, and wait until it's clear to take the exit they "almost" missed. No regard for the other people on the road, or the accidents they just caused. And do you know why? Because they were told from day 1 how special and important they are. And guess what, they believe it.
Here's another scenerio. Rememer when you bought that brand new car? You love(d) that car. You would wash her every weekend. When you got out of work and looked at her, your heart would pound like you were in love. You see the bird shit on the roof and what do you do? That's right, you scratched it off with your fingernail. Ew, your bare hand. Come on, we're talking about poop here. You guys are gross. Anyway, back on track. Remember the first time you came out of the grocery store, and someone's discarded shopping cart is touching your new ride? Remember that feeling of rage, disappointment? You ran over to make sure it didn't scratch your baby. But did you ever wonder why it happened? Why would someone show total disregard for you and your property? Because maybe you aren't that special. (Unless related to me. See above.)
Now, the asshole who dented and scratched your new ride. They are special. At least that is what they were told from day 1. To that person, nobody else is as great as they are. They have their groceries in their car, and they're ready to continue on with their world revolving around them. They discard the cart behind your car, or just push it away. (Not concerned about the guy working on tips who has to go out in the rain and collect the cart carcases strewn across the parking lot.) Once that cart leaves their posession, it is not their problem. So it picks up speed and eventually kareens into the side of your new car at blazing speeds of 3-7mph. It is of no concern to them, you are not special, they are.
How about that time you were running late. You pulled up to the ATM and there was one car ahead of you. On this particular day, they feel the need to handle all of their banking needs at this very moment. In the drive through ATM. Once they are done, they sit there. Counting their cash (because if the machine shorted you, there is a lot you can do right that second, sitting in your car, at the unmanned ATM). Then they have to put their card away; then their wallet away. And so on, and so on. And you're sitting back there waiting. Guess why? Because you are not important. (Unless my relatives and blah blah blah...) To them you don't matter.
All I'm saying is, the next time you feel the urge to tell your child how special or important they are, think about it. They may be the next one to park over the line at your local Wal-Mart. Leaving you not quite enough room to squeeze in the space. Or standing at the register on their cell phone, with 80 items in the speedy checkout lane. And why should they care? They're the special ones. They have been from day 1.
Sorry this is what you get after waiting so long, but this is what you get. Deal with it.
My generation seems to coddle their young. Don't get me wrong, all parents love their children, but we've gone a bit extreme. Well, technically, every parent wants to keep thier children from the hardships they've endured, and give them a better life. So our parents are to blame too.
You see, I understand you love your child. And I understand they are beautiful. To you! To everyone else they do not matter. (Except in the case that they are related to me. If that is the case, they obviously rock!) The problem I am having is with all the parents continually telling there kids how great they are. And they grow up believing it.
Ok, are you all fuming yet? Have I struck a chord? I hope so, because here is my defense to throw back at ya.
One of my biggest gripes since we moved here is traffic. Something that has spilled over to NOLA. I have seen here, and heard stories from NOLA. (And don't think you all in Orlando get out of this one. All big cities are screwed as far as traffic is concerned.) But people on a 4 lane highway will actually come to a complete stop in the left (fast / PASSING) lane, and wait until it's clear to take the exit they "almost" missed. No regard for the other people on the road, or the accidents they just caused. And do you know why? Because they were told from day 1 how special and important they are. And guess what, they believe it.
Here's another scenerio. Rememer when you bought that brand new car? You love(d) that car. You would wash her every weekend. When you got out of work and looked at her, your heart would pound like you were in love. You see the bird shit on the roof and what do you do? That's right, you scratched it off with your fingernail. Ew, your bare hand. Come on, we're talking about poop here. You guys are gross. Anyway, back on track. Remember the first time you came out of the grocery store, and someone's discarded shopping cart is touching your new ride? Remember that feeling of rage, disappointment? You ran over to make sure it didn't scratch your baby. But did you ever wonder why it happened? Why would someone show total disregard for you and your property? Because maybe you aren't that special. (Unless related to me. See above.)
Now, the asshole who dented and scratched your new ride. They are special. At least that is what they were told from day 1. To that person, nobody else is as great as they are. They have their groceries in their car, and they're ready to continue on with their world revolving around them. They discard the cart behind your car, or just push it away. (Not concerned about the guy working on tips who has to go out in the rain and collect the cart carcases strewn across the parking lot.) Once that cart leaves their posession, it is not their problem. So it picks up speed and eventually kareens into the side of your new car at blazing speeds of 3-7mph. It is of no concern to them, you are not special, they are.
How about that time you were running late. You pulled up to the ATM and there was one car ahead of you. On this particular day, they feel the need to handle all of their banking needs at this very moment. In the drive through ATM. Once they are done, they sit there. Counting their cash (because if the machine shorted you, there is a lot you can do right that second, sitting in your car, at the unmanned ATM). Then they have to put their card away; then their wallet away. And so on, and so on. And you're sitting back there waiting. Guess why? Because you are not important. (Unless my relatives and blah blah blah...) To them you don't matter.
All I'm saying is, the next time you feel the urge to tell your child how special or important they are, think about it. They may be the next one to park over the line at your local Wal-Mart. Leaving you not quite enough room to squeeze in the space. Or standing at the register on their cell phone, with 80 items in the speedy checkout lane. And why should they care? They're the special ones. They have been from day 1.
posted by H1 @ 8:50 PM
4 Comments:
It drives me nuts!!! People should show by example that common courtesy is VERY important! Of course, MY children already know that. Why? Because their special (special, not special special).
"Special" hehe Patti clowned her own kids!!
See. Thats why I'm so mean to my kids! 'cuz they special!!!! (And thats why D.J. is a little ginnie woman!!!!!)
As I was walking to my car one day at Target, the woman parked next to me left her cart directly behind my car. I, happily, was able to put it back directly behind her car before she left. She had to move it again!! And to think she gave ME "the look!"
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