Princess?

Ok...I was thinking...why Princess? Ever since I was little I was called Princess..or spoiled rotten brat. Princess sounds better, so I'll stick with that! Growing up, I was basically given everything my parents could swing. If they balked, I would throw one of my too-familiar tantrums until I got what I wanted. I would spend so much time begging and ranting to get what I wanted instead of just being a sane person and doing without. As I grew up, I realized that I was totally uncontrollable! I put my parents through so much crap! I wouldn't want a child with such an attitude and diva-like qualities. Anyway, being a princess in adulthood sucks! When I'm at a department store, the people there don't care if I want something but have no money of my own to pay for it. My boss doesn't care if I don't feel like doing a certain task. And, the electric company sure does not understand that I would rather spend my money at the mall than to waste it on electricity...can't they just like give me a break this month? Those people don't care if my lower lip is sticking out-pouting! They don't care that I'm committed to yelling and crying until I get turn red as a beet. They don't care if what they require out of me is not pleasing to me! This adulthood crap sucks! But, soon enough I learned there's no way around being an adult.
I may be wrong, but in my opinion...I think growing up having everything taken care of for you and provided for you until you're in your mid 20's is more damaging than being thrown out on your own at 18. Being a princess made me learn some of life's lessons too late. I was learning how to mature at 27, while others were maturing at the same level at 18. I didn't have to start paying for my gas until I was 23 yrs old...I didn't have to start paying for my car insurance until I was 27! I had no clue how much everything cost, What really sucked is that, once I went out on my own, I had a huge slap in the face of reality. One day, I had everything provided for me, the next I was on my own. I didn't even know how to balance a checkbook until lately. I never learned early on how to use those (what I thought) useless little pages of blank lines in front of my checkbook. I used them as a back-up personal phone book.
Anyway, I'll go on about my growing up at age 27+ in time. I just thought I'd jot some stuff down.
Now, off to my bath...which I have to pay the water bill for later! Crazyness...I used to think water was just provided to people for free...since it came from the ground and all! No kidding..I'm not stupid, but just wrapped up in my own selfish world to ever wonder or ask! Late Dawgs!!