<p>^^^
I think that probably matches up with how a lot of people would describe their lives. But that’s hardly an admission that you were some spoiled reprobate.</p>
<p>I wonder exactly how many people would care to admit to being handed everything on a silver platter, being cosseted like some porcelin doll or having every whim indulged like Jay Gatsby. Whether by their parents or merely as an accident of the time in which they lived.</p>
<p>I’d be interested in hearing the stories.</p>