EzraS wrote:
I had my own bedroom that had its own bathroom in a house that had heating and air conditioning. Sorry, didn't mean to brag.
Admitting you had unearned privileges that people who grew into adults much more successful than you lacked is basically the opposite of bragging.
kraftiekortie wrote:
I spent my allowance
Allowance? What’s an allowance? If I had good enough reasons for wanting something, I’d better have the balls to ask my parents to their faces. Besides, as I grew up, it was obvious there were fewer and fewer things I had any business asking them for, so I resigned myself to a lifestyle more and more ascetic in everything but name. This continued throughout my teen years and into my twenties and early thirties. Yeah, yeah, I know I should have worked to earn my living, but my parents were really not into letting me work while they were still paying for my education, let alone earlier as a minor, so I got stuck like that.
IstominFan wrote:
I spoke German until I was six years old, when English took over as my primary language.
Thinking in a different language than the one everybody around you speaks is a great way to remind yourself of how little you belong with them, innit? I tried it, but, in fact, even when I thought and talked in the same language as them, it was still different enough to mark me as a socially impaired freak. I couldn’t mimic their style even if I wanted to, and, besides, my parents would get angry if they caught me sounding too much like normal kids. They considered it too uncouth.
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