Throwing a tantrum at 60: you vote for a fascist and crash the economy.
While making sure housing is unaffordable for everyone else cause you need your house to go up in value.
and then cutting younger people’s real time pay then calling them lazy for not accepting 168 weeks.
don’t forget you vote against every tax increase because fuck 'dem kids. you need to take out a reverse mortgage for your winnebago
That feeling when 30 is the expected time to have kids already and you are reminded you are not allowed to ever responsibly raise children of your own in this one life you get on this dying planet.
I hate this world
Lol lmao, you think I have kids?
Nope, I’m only getting more feral as I age.
Tantrum at 58: I need a nap.
Throwing a tantrum as a parent: Just tell your kid you’re strict, then scream at them for every little thing.
I do not think I ever threw a tantrum that that destroyed property (I probably tried as a toddler, but I did not have the strength).
This is why therapy is penny foolish and pound wise. Your parents should have been paying for a therapist to teach you not to throw tantrums, not simply paying to fix the house every time you smashed it up.
Sure, yeah, if said parents weren’t among the oppressed working-class, seeking validation in every waking moment and expecting rug-pull ambushes & “accredited” charlatans around every corner.
I mean, sheeyit. Your username alone references a fully-ratfucked concept in a candied-up exceptionalism shell that, essentially, gave the US “education” system free license to segregate & target the variably disabled youth of that era.
The salient matter is not “if only (your) parents did (this), instead”. It’s the same crab bucket, different crabs. Lather, rinse, repeat.
At least I wasn’t born in their era. The “exceptional” kids got a free visit to 'Nam. 😶
(see Project 100,000)
First of all, I am not sure what you are talking about in regards to my user name.
Second of all, parents living paycheck to paycheck are not buying their kids a new phone and a new door every time their child has a hard day at school and decides to blow off steam by smashing up the house.
Working class kids should learn not to throw destructive tantrums as toddlers, when they rip the head off a toy and their parent glues it back together, crooked, instead of buying them a new one.
TAG means “Talented And Gifted” it’s a program at school for kids who test especially well
And “test especially well” is code for “on the spectrum” before that was a thing. We were counted as abnormal at best, and subhuman in general, but told to our gullible little faces that we were “special”, “gifted”, “talented”, young geniuses-to-be “with so much potential” …Let’s not propagate the bullshit, hmm?
I was one of those kids too, I always suspected neurodivergence but I’m in my 30s now so I’m just ignoring it 😎
I’m almost 40. I’m stuck at 27. I can’t afford to break things because I’m poor as all fuck
That’s when you just drink
This hurt my soul, I dated a NARC that used to love throwing my personal phone, not their own. Luckily that was during the years when phones only costing 100-200 dollars. Now these fuckers cost 1000-1500 dollars.
When I was 16 the phone was wired to the wall.
Those fucking cord tangles GOD DAMN IT!!!
they were damn near indestructible. slam hard, np
Yeah if I threw my Nokia 3210 I think I’d take out a support beam.
This is privileged tantrum-having.
My tantrums were never property destructive. I grew up poor and I would have been murdered for that. I rage plenty, but never outwardly toward objects.
My tantrums, instead, were and have continued to be personally destructive. I make people hate me, I ruin all the things that matter.
Yeah, if I’d have destroyed something in a tantrum, I just wouldn’t have had that thing anymore. It didn’t even matter if we could afford a replacement or not - I wouldn’t get anything my parents couldn’t trust me with.
I’m 16. My tantrums consist of crying in my room.
65: Kids are out of the house, you have some money to fix a broken door, but you’re just too damn tired to go breaking things or screaming about it. Also, the reason for the tantrum happened 30 years ago. So you tell your family a pointless, rambling, mind-numbingly boring story about it at Thanksgiving, instead.
I have a shared apartment and I must scream.
I realised that protests are a cool way to channel some energy:)
Are you my ex husband or my ex roommate? Or are you my sister? Apparently everyone in my life gets to scream but me 🥹. I only get loud when playing in Halo multiplayer. God I miss kickboxing
I can say with 100% certainly I’ve never lived next to you, cause the animals that have lived next to me…
