You know all those people you hate on Instagram that had to eat cheese sandwiches at the Fyre Festival disaster? Well, stories about those types of kids get way worse, especially when parents cannot say no to them. These stories, curated from Reddit highlight just how awful it can get when these "kids" don't respect a dollar and don't have the kind of parents that can say no to them. They are spoiled rotten and it's pathetic.
"A guy I met in my early 20's was the richest person I've ever known. His dad was CFO for a big bank, but died when my friend was 14. He grew up in a massive mansion, had his rent paid for in a luxury rental building, and had unlimited funds for illegal substances. The substances he was doing weren't really an addictive sort. He was mostly into losing himself for days on psychedelics.
Eventually, his mom forced him to go to rehab, which he did for a couple of months. One day, while he was at rehab, my roommate got a call from him. He said he's leaving rehab and didn't know where else to go. He had been cutoff from his money, knew that we had an extra room, and asked if he could stay with us while he learned basic life skills, like getting a job, buying groceries, cleaning, budgeting... those kinds of basics. We let him, against our better judgment.
About a month in, he had managed to stay sober, keep a job, and not be such a parasitic piece of trash. His mom thought he was doing better to, so she reconnected him to his money. His whole attitude and demeanor completely changed. All of a sudden it's, 'I don't have to stay in this crappy apartment, living like I'm poor. I don't even have to stop doing substances. I've got my money back!'
He left right before rent was due and basically told us to bugger off.
Two months later, he had the exact same situation happen. His mom cut him off again, forced him to go to rehab. He left again and called us, but this time we figured he'd rather not live in our crappy apartment living like he's poor. He spit at my roommate, caused a scene in the street for a while, and then petered out of existence (for me anyway.) Haven't seen him since."
"My college roommate's mom gave him $1400 'for the weekend' once. Just randomly. He blew through the whole thing by Saturday afternoon asked his mom for more money and ended up screaming at her because 'she promised $1400 for the weekend' and he spent most of what she gave him on Friday night which 'isn't a part of the weekend.'
He spent it on buying girls drinks particularly bottle service over the course of Friday and Saturday night. Bottle service two nights in a row and just buying rounds of shots at expensive clubs adds up. I couldn't be surprised if he hit up the lap dancing club as well.
This dude was actually a genius academically, but common sense and mental stability were lacking big time. He was also on a full scholarship for baseball. But wow was he spoiled!"
"I had a scholarship to private school for my secondary education (11-18). We were by no means poor, but compared to the people who were paying full school fees I was a peasant. The vast majority of the students were wealthy, and about half of them were spoiled little brats.
Most of the kids got given cars for their 17th birthday (the legal driving age) in anticipation of passing their driving tests. One boy in particular in my year had a September birthday, so was one of the first to take his test; and he had a huge house/yard, so he already knew how to drive as you can drive on private land at any age here, so he had lots of practice already
On the day he passed his test, he got dropped off back at his school in his shiny new sports car, I don't know what type it was, because I don't care about cars, but everyone else seemed impressed. He picked up a couple of friends to go for a spin, and when he got to ~100mph up the road, he completely wrecked the car. His dad bought him a new one the next day and he complained that it was the wrong color."
"As a kid, I was poor. Like, we had NO money, and barely kept the lights on. My mother did an awesome job raising us, though. She worked two different jobs AND went to night school at one point to make a better future for us. I grew up without a lot of things, but it taught me a lot about what you really 'need' in life, which is a roof over your head and food in your belly. Everything after that is a plus really.
I had a lot of friends who where way better off than me, but one kid in particular had EVERYTHING. He was a Jehovah's Witness, so his family didn't do birthdays or Christmas, but would often just get stuff to kind of make up for it. At times he would complain to his mother for buying him something that he thought was 'crap' or wasn't the exact correct model of something, despite getting loads of stuff which was awesome all the time. He was that kid that had all the games/consoles/toys in the world but would still moan about it.
One of the last times I hung out with him, he was shouting at his mother because she had promised him that she would buy him a new guitar, but the time of the day had gotten late and she wan't able to go. Like it was when all the stores were closed, so it was literally impossible for her to go. This kid just kept chewing her out because of it, and speaking to her like she was some kind of moron. It was painful to watch, and I was like, 14 at the time.
I stopped hanging around with him after that. I later heard his mother cracked and had enough of him, then kicked him out of the house. He later ended up being a shoplifter and lived in the local YMCA for a bit. In fairness I think he's back on track now, but as a kid he was a jerk to his parents."
"My ex-wife used to drive a 1998 Honda Accord. She treated it like crap and so one day I got into it to drive somewhere and I noticed that it was falling apart.
I had two options; junkyard or sell it, and so I put it on Craigslist for $250. I thought it could go to a low income family that had someone with some know how who could semi restore it, but when I met the buyer he was not who I expected. He pulled up in a brand new Escalade and told me that he that his son was spoiled. His son had crashed a BMW, Mercedes, and an Audi, so he was done buying him nice cars.
It turns out, this guy purchased my car as a way of torturing his son."
"Teacher here. Two spring to mind:
My first teaching job was at a private middle school in one of the wealthiest enclaves in the United States. I taught a kid who told me he didn't finish his homework because his helicopter had stalled over the weekend so he couldn't leave his family's island. He was telling the truth. The same kid was also a huge pain in the butt, who wanted to misbehave with the 'cool' kids, and then would lie through his teeth while crying when he was held accountable. His parents knew he was a jerk and cared enough to bring me a case from their vineyard as a gift at every parent teacher conference and before the holidays, but they didn't care enough to discipline their kid.
I now teach at a private school in Europe and I'm absolutely gobsmacked by how many parents are happy to pay 35k per year to dump their kids into boarding so they can do nothing as students and repeat grades one/two/three times because they don't make any effort whatsoever.
In my experience, rich kids mature far more slowly than middle/working-class kids. Case in point: I'm teaching two sections of seventh grade now, and last year I taught eighth grade at a working-class school. My seventh graders feel about three years younger than last year's eighth graders, maturity-wise (I also teach 10th/11th/12th, and my tenth graders are as mature as my eighth graders were). Two of my seventh graders are going to be held back because they just can't handle middle school without significant hand-holding, and maybe next year they will be mature enough to tackle things, like reading at home, having the stamina to write a paragraph, or writing down their homework without mom having to telephone me every day to ask what it was."
"I come from a lower class background but got into a top university in the UK, where I joined the SCUBA club.
I'm an instructor, paid for all my training and all my gear myself but yeah, you could see my gear had been well used. It was still safe and functional, it was just faded and frayed around the edges.
One of the senior members (so he must have been nearly mid-twenties) pointed out how beaten one items of kit looked and asked why I didn't replace it. I was genuinely confused. It worked, it was safe; all good to keep using in my books. He kept pointing out how it looked and I point blank told him I didn't have £500 to drop on something just because what I had didn't look pretty any more.
He then asked why didn't I just ask my parents to buy me a new one.
Yes. Because in my twenties, after having worked part or full time for seven years, I will totally ask my single parent on disability benefits to buy me new toys.
The guy was completely baffled."
"My parents bought me a laptop for my 18th birthday. It was absolutely unheard of in my family to receive gifts as expensive or technological. I cried when my Mom handed me it. I was meant to be moving away for university and both my mom and dad had saved up 6 months wage between them to afford it for me. We all hugged and cried and it was extremely meaningful and emotional. I went off to school.
I was in the dorms one night when my roommate, who was a rich white boy from long island, brings back like 2 wasted girls and another friend. They start drinking and rolling up joints in the dorm, which I was fine with. I go to the bathroom down the hall, and when I get back, one of the wasted girls has opened my laptop and is trying to log in.
I approach her and I'm like, 'hey that's my laptop, not my roommate's. I don't mind you using it I guess, but let me just log you in to the guest account.' She goes to move the laptop off her lap toward me, and knocks a drink on to it, the entire laptop being flooded. She goes, 'Oh! Sorry!' and I'm like what the heck dude, get a freaking towel! Put it upside down! I'm FREAKING the heck out! I can't believe it's happening. My roommate starts telling me to chill the heck out and asks, 'Can't you just get a new one, dude?'
I start patting down the laptop and I ask them, please, if it doesn't work, can you help me replace it? I need it for my classes. They start laughing at me! They were saying, 'Why can't your parents get a new one for you?'
It took two weeks of demanding them to buy me a new one before they reluctantly did, as I had to explain to the dorm manager my situation of my family being extremely poor and it was lucky that they were even able to get me into university let alone a new laptop. Luckily, he was sympathetic and helped me arrange for a replacement.
But man, that moment of 'Can't you just get a new one?' made my heart blow up. It was more painful than the laptop getting damaged itself. I looked at him and wanted to kill him. I'd never experienced rich kid syndrome as succinctly before or since. I really hated that guy."
"My ex-best friend. I remember that, when we were fourteen, she lost her Pandora bracelet, which was full of charms, at school (for a total of €500). So she called her mum and was like: 'Mom, I need a new Pandora bracelet.' and her mom just answered: 'Okay, sweetie. We'll go buy one this afternoon alright?' and then she hung up.
This happened twice a year, every year, for three years. I don't talk to her much anymore, so I don't know if she has lost any more bracelets or not. I wouldn't even want to know, to be honest. I feel like I could choke.
Oh, she also broke something like...every phone she ever bought after only a year? And they weren't cheap ones either.
I mean come on. You should treasure the things your parents buy for you. My family doesn't exactly have a lot of money so maybe I'm too touchy on this subject, but still. Usually, when my parents buy me a phone, I keep it for three years or more, because it's an expensive item. I'd feel too bad if I ever were to break one.
I don't know what it's like to lose a Pandora bracelet though. I don't think my parents could afford even one, much less two a year."
"I moved states in the summer before high school started and the family was basically living out of suitcases for two months as we were transitioning, finding a house, scheduling movers, etc... The second week of freshman year I walk into a class and sit down.
I hear, 'Eww!' so look up at a girl across the table. She looks disgusted.
'What?' I ask.
She points at my shirt and I immediately look for spilled something. 'Didn't you wear that shirt last week?!'
Confused, I say, 'Yeah, it's my shirt...'
'I never wear the same thing twice.'"
"I walked into the local US post office in a wealthy community north of Chicago and see a kid around 20, super preppy looking, leather loafers w/ no socks, and he is berating the clerk for not wrapping his shipment for him, making a huge scene about how they are paid to help him and that 'his' taxes pay their salaries. Meanwhile, the queue is growing 10+ people deep.
After the clerk finishes directing him how to properly seal the parcel, the clerk weighs the box, rings him up, and gives him his total. The kid runs a credit card. The clerk asks to see it. She asks if the card belongs to his mother and whether she is present. She isn't. She explains to him that he cannot use someone else's credit card without written authorization. He starts rage screaming and spittle comes out of his mouth. The clerk pushes his parcel aside and calls, 'Next customer.' The kid grabs his stuff, and then starts knocking over all the displays of packaging and Express mail/Priority mail supplies.
I'm gonna guess he came back with his mommy and insisted on speaking with a manager."
"I went to a private high and one of the kids was the heir to what I’m pretty sure was an oil company. His trophy mom would come pick him up in a blue Lamborghini until he got his driver’s, at which point he got a brand new $50,000 Mercedes-Benz. He also had this jetpack-like thing (no idea what it’s actually called) to use on Daddy’s private lake and had this ugly, purebred, Persian cat.
He was spoiled like a brat but was incredibly bland and tame personality-wise so popular kids would pretend to be his friends to get access to his house to party. He never had any sincere friends."
"When I was still in high school, I had this buddy who literally opened the door to his house and said, 'Welcome to the lifestyle of the rich!' I went to an inner city school and most of my friends lived below the poverty line, it was weird.
One day, we made a twenty dollar bet and I won. After paying up, he started begging for the money back because his parents only give him $20 for lunch a day and he didn't want to use his own money. When I refused, he told a teacher who made me give it back (because we're not old enough to gamble) but did tell him not to make bets if he couldn't pay.
I proceeded to blow my nose with the 20 ball it up and toss it at him. The teacher didn't say a thing."
"My first roommate in college was a girl from Mexico who told me her father owned a 'lot of warehouses.'
She and I didn't get a long from the get go. I come from a blue collar family, second ever on my dad's side to go to college and first on my mom's side. I had to work the entire time I went to school, which to her did not compute. She would tell me 'I'm going to Paris for the weekend' and I'd be like, 'Oh. Ok. Have fun? I have to work a double on Saturday.'
She told her dad something that she didn't like about the dorm and that ended up with her dad buying her a condo in town, while still paying for the dorm, so I lived in a single most of the year.
Her Dad bought her a brand new Jeep Grand Cherokee which wasn't good enough and a few days later, I saw her in a Cadillac Escalade. I was a jerk though and totally borrowed her Louis Vuitton heels a few times while she was in Paris or where ever. I don't feel bad."
"I went to high school with a girl who was an actress. Sweet girl. She was turning 16 and wanted a BMW. Her parents decided to troll her and got a Hummer, parked it outside of school, blocking the BMW they got her.
Keep in mind, this was a first generation Hummer. Big, huge.
They all get their laughs in, and are like, 'Well, what do we do with this hummer now?'
They decided to keep it and give it to her little brother when he turns 16."
"I WAS that kid.
We grew up crazy wealthy, stupid wealthy. My father was an inventor of sorts, so we would travel around the world buying houses here and there. We would do this on our yacht, on private planes, and helicopters.
I would’ve been about seven or eight-years-old at the time. That all sort of ended with a nasty divorce, and by the age of 10, we were still very wealthy, but nothing compared to what it used to be like.
The problem was, as an eight-year-old kid going on to ten, I had no concept of reality. The life of luxury that my parents afforded me just seemed normal, so when I got out of that world, and went to a public high school in the United States, I would ask other kids what kind of helicopter they had. If they had a yacht and so on... I would look down at them if they had anything less.
Boy, those were some hard lessons to learn in life. I didn’t realize that people didn’t like you if you spouted off all of the things that you had or used to have. If anything, people just resented you. From my perspective, I just didn’t understand. No one ever told us that this wasn’t normal. No one ever told us, or gave us guidance, or even gave us any sort of moral understanding of what is right and wrong, or how to treat people properly. Respect was this obscure, abstract word.
In retrospect, the way my father raised us was disgusting. He was all about money, and power, and making sure that we knew that we were so much better than everybody else. In the end it was nonsense. My reality came crashing down hard. It took years to rehabilitate how I treated other people. To set my expectations for myself in a realistic frame was another challenge.
Anyways, after about the age of 23, I cut ties with my family. Almost completely. I live by myself, I have a great job, and I will be fine in life. I have no expectations of inheriting anything, God knows, I didn’t get anything from my parents when I walked out on them. I was only called names, but I feel good knowing that I worked hard for what I have now.
I have kids now and I’ve made it a mission in my life to make sure that they know that they need to treat people with respect at all times. There’s no way I’m going to let them get messed up like I was."