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What happens to spoiled children when they become adults? Malti replied. I grew up as what a lot of people would classify as ?spoiled?. I honestly didn?t think so until my college roommate flat out laid it into me. So I guess there must be some truth in that. Here?s what I would classify as spoiled- I never cooked. I never went grocery shopping. All my life right until I was on my own in college. I never really did chores, and since we had domestic help at home, my room was always clean without me having to do anything. I never filled in gas or maintained my car. Someone always took care of that, and my car looked great almost always. I pretty much got what I asked for, materialistically. To be fair, I didn?t really demand crazy things except the usual girlhood fascinations of clothes, shoes etc. And since online shopping wasn?t a thing when I was a teenager, my choices were limited to malls and stores, which was reasonable to my family. All that was really expected to do was study. I did that just fine, and life sailed through magically. I grew up with both my parents working as well established professionals; as such most people I came into contact with were well established, and I never really encountered families that faced a challenge. However, I was taught to be kind and sensitive to other people, and made aware of the fact that not all kids may be as lucky as I was. I never earned the reputation of being a snob or anything mean like that, but my shortcomings became obvious in college. My health went to hell because I constantly ate outside and hated cooking at home. I still hate but it, but it?s not nearly that bad since my fiance cooks and we split our chores.. it?s still very unevenly split but my fiance has been great about it, and we are learning. I hate grocery shopping, and even now no trip is complete without me constantly complaining about it. I?m very conscientious about the needs of my car, and even a slight indication of something being wrong causes me to panic. But? I firmly believe I do a spectacular job with my car. I learned to take care of my finances. I still splurge occasionally, but I am more conscious of it. For the most part I behave like an adult and not someone who has a constant backup. I learned to leave the last piece of cake/pizza instead of assuming it was mine to take. I learned not to be a slob. My apartment does become messy, and I?m determined to not live like a slob. I take out time to clean and throw out things I may not need. Truthfully, I want to say I turned out fine. However, this was more so because I knew I was blessed. I do know of cases where this may not hold true, but not all spoiled children turn out bad. The one thing that I would say did not work in my favor is constant complaining while doing chores. I can?t seem to stop complaining, and still hate cooking. That hasn?t changed, but I wish it would. It drains a lot of my energy, and I cut corners to shorten the time- which I shouldn?t.