Speaking of Generations.
You know how every generation is given a name?

You know?
The Baby Boomers,
Generation X,
Generation Y,
Copy-Paste Generation,
Prince and the New Power.

Anyway, I got a whiff of what the kids are calling themselves these days.
They seem to call themselves,

“The Entitlement Generation.”

A lot of them feel that everything should be given to them,
without them giving any sacrifice
or going thru the value of hard work.

They feel that they have the right to have everything.

Are they wrong about this?
Is it the Parent’s fault?

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My sincerest thanks to everyone
who extended their support and condolences
for me and my family.

Thank you all very much.

Ty

Have you ever been in a situation,
where you just can not control yourself?

You know what I mean?

Just like when you’re driving and you see a car accident on the road,
you can’t help but slow down and look
and be curious as to how severe the wreck is?

Or when someone slipped and fell on their butt,
you just can’t help but laugh out loud
before you even attempt to ask them if they were okay.

Instances where you can not help yourself,
like how you can’t control your laughter when someone farted.

Or how you stare at someone talking to you,
as you see a booger hanging from their nose.

Like when you are at a restaurant and the server takes the food out to other people,
you can’t help but stare at it, wondering if it was better than what you ordered?

Yeah.
Cases like that

Well, today, I can add one more thing to these occurrences
where you couldn’t control yourself.

When I go get money from the ATM machine,
and the previous person who was there before me left their transaction receipt,
I can’t help but look at how much money they got.

I just have to.

And it always saddens me.
Because most of the time, I always come across these people
with freaking tens of thousands of dollars,
just letting other people see how much money they have.

It’s insulting, if you ask me.

“Oh look at me. I have tons of money.
I am important.
I have no time to pick up this transaction receipt from the slot.
I have too much money to think about right now.”

Well screw you, Richie Rich!
I hate you and your money too.

I don’t care if you have unlimited money,
so you can buy anything you want,
get anything you don’t even need,
with your fancy clothes and a classy car.

Okay.
Maybe it’s not really insulting.
I’m not even annoyed.

All I felt was just envy.
Lots and lots of envy.

And I hate myself for even looking.

But I just can’t help it!