Speechless

As I first watched this, I was amused. Then, plain angry.

Ultimately, though, I’m profoundly sad.

This kid has been spoiled so badly, and on top of it, is chocked full of such an insecurity complex and such a low sense of self-worth, that he has become this monster we see here. No finger-pointing, because none of us are victims, but at the very root, this kid has no chance.

Now, had I put on a display like that, you can bet your bottom dollar that my old man would have ripped that bat from my hands and gone Barry Bonds with it. And I woulda deserved it.

This little punk has no idea what’s going on in the world around him. Has no idea that only 8% of the world’s population even own cars. That his receiving that beat up truck was a privilege, one that he did nothing to earn.

When I was fourteen, my old man told me he wasn’t going to get me my own car when I turned sixteen. I thought he was a monster and told him as much. Let’s just say, it didn’t end well for me. I got a punishment and a tongue lashing and a reality check that I can still feel and hear and remember, today.

And I should have.

Most of us in this country grow up in a place of great privilege, even if we aren’t wealthy. And it is very easy for us to develop an entitlement complex. Some of us are fortune enough to have parents or guardians or friends who devote their lives to bringing us down to reality. Others of us are stuck with weak, insecure people who allow us to remain under the illusion that we really are special.

Unfortunately, we can all take a guess as to which camp this little monster falls in.

Bummed,
Austin