The Tracy brothers were entitled to a good and happy life. Not because they were the sons a multi billionaire, but because the good they did for the world meant they were entitled to several lifetimes of happiness.
You come into this world, believing that you are entitled to certain things. Things like food, shelter, a parent’s love. It’s a sad day when you know that there are millions of people out there, suffering without them.
I am entitled. That’s what I’ve been taught all along, and I’m supposed to believe it. Then I will vote for the Democrats because they promise to preserve all my entitlements.
Who needs work, anyhow? It’s just a waste of time when you’re entitled,
like me, because I vote the right way on election day.
People with a sense of entitlement will go through life feeling let down by everyone and everything they encounter. The world was perfect before humans – why do we believe everything is ours for the taking?
Some people feel very entitled even if they aren’t entitled. Some people can be ruthless in their entitlement or sense thereof. Jealousy can be the root of entitlement. Are you entitled/? Do you like entitled? Am I entitled?
all of the cornell kids lived in an entitled life. some made good use of it and developed amicable personalities that brought value to the people around them. others used that entitlement to wreak havoc on a daily basis and find anything to destroy, only to fill the void in their life. They didn’t value much.
Our lives have become so built with entitledment that selfishness is not ever in our thoughts. But stop and see what is around you. Hungry people, homeless ones, children without proper nutrition. Let this entitlement go to others and you will be entitled to the world.
So I don’t look like the ‘majority.’ What of it? Maybe your daddy and your daddy’s daddy have always said people like me have the wrong anatomy to succeed in occupations reserved for people of a certain ‘quality’ or ‘ability.’ You gonna keep standing there talking down to me, then? Maybe I wasn’t born to the right family in the right place at the right time with the right amount of money that paid for the very best education in a world full of greased-hand connections. But I know who I am, what I’m capable of, and what I’m want to do. And I’ll be damned if I allow you to tell me I’m not entitled to equal opportunity. Because bitch, you don’t know me. You’re just another vine in the jungle and I’m that kind of machete wielding worldwide explorer. Or maniac. Take your pick.
You are entitled to receive a free prize. Simply click on this link…. and we will want to know all your details, and hack your credit card and email address. Makes you really feel entitled, yeah? Me too.
It never occurred to her that she was entitled to something more – more than these grey mornings, the kitchen window looking out onto a brick wall, the crowded commute, the artificial smile under artificial lights. Never, that is, until…
berechtigt.
Bin ich dazu berechtigt, mich zu beschweren? Bin ich dazu berechtigt, dir böse zu sein, wegen dem was du tust? Was du nicht tust? Hab ich das Recht dazu, so über dich zu urteilen? Obwohl ich kein Stück besser bin? Habe ich das Recht dir etwas anzukreiden, was ich selbst nicht kann? Auch, wenn ich’s können müsste?
Wozu bin ich berechtigt? Und wozu du?
I feel entitled to write about the world entitled. It’s a pleasure to sit here and tap on the keyboard of my trusty laptop and out come these wonderful words. I’m so fucking entitled. It’s a large word. And it’s for large people. Give me some more resources. I’m entitled to use them. Give me a handout. I feel entitled. Are all entitlements essentially mooching?
He glared. “I want it and I will have it. It’s mine by right.”
She sighed. How many times had this scenario played out? Too many to count, that was for sure. And every time, there was the same outcome. Him getting what he wanted, and she scolded for not giving him his ‘due’.
Yeah, you think you’re entitled to everything, don’t you, he sneered.
She shrugged dismissively. “Why shouldn’t I expect to be treated well? It means I have good self-esteem.” She smiled. It wasn’t pretty.
He shook his head in disbelief. “That’s really what you think? You think this is because you’re STRONG? It’s because you’re WEAK … a truly strong person doesn’t treat others with that kind of disrespect.”
She felt like she was entitled to the words that wouldn’t come to her. She wanted to write her whole life and reads so much that she has fews friends and yet no words ever come.
oh how entitled they felt, with their trust funds and their Ivy League education. LIttle did they know that experience, and humility, are what entitles one to anything worth having.
“Und wer keinen Namen hat, stellt sich bitte in diese Reihe!” Ja, wir, die Namenlosen. Mussten sich mal wieder in eine Extraschlange stellen. Staatenlose konnte man uns nicht mehr nennen, denn es gab ja keine Staaten mehr.
I feel entitled to everyone else’s insides. I always find myself expecting too much from other people. There’s no half way with me- I want it all, I expect it all. If a relationship is not deep, if I do not share the all of my soul with you, it is difficult for me to put any effort into it at all. This is hard for others to understand, and it makes me look at relationships in a strange light.
I feel entitled to everyone else’s insides. I always find myself expecting too much from other people. There’s no half way with me- I want it all, I expect it all. If a relationship is not deep, if I do not share the depths of my soul with you, it is difficult for me to put any effort into it at all.
But perhaps that’s not a thing I do. Perhaps a pretty little list of all the things I ‘deserve’ is written into my soul, and perhaps, never getting them, I shall simply crumble and fall.
You don’t know what it’s like to live in a white trash hell- poor, starving, maybe even homeless. You have no idea, because the doors of privilege open up to you and share everything. You think you’re entitled to whatever good fortune I have, but I’ve fought my way up from less than nothing, and you can’t have what’s mine.
You were entitled to kiss me. We had the most amazing date. I shared myself with you. I enjoy getting to know you. I wanted to take it one step further.
entitled – skip this. Its what’s left when you’ve already been shortchanged and you’ve been taught that this is what you then get. Compare that to self accomplishment which we would much rather have. Ironic that when there is not enough money our society creates situations of entitlement, but its often for things that look shiny on the outside, but are cheap on the inside.
A lot of people feel entitled. I don’t know why, or I know why, but in some cases I haven’t a clue. For instances, this one girl I just met is unbelievable. She is always right. Always. People have to go out of their way for her but she won’t budge for them. I can’t stand to be in the same room as her. I think I have such harsh feelings because that is how my brother used to be, and when he was like that I despised him.
to own. thinking you should just get something because you deserve it. that you should just have something. thinking your better then everyone else. not good. annoying. have you earned it? people suck… did you earn it? probably not. because you think the world just somehow owes you something. you have to work for what you have, you dont just get something because YOU think you should have it. for what reason? do you even know? oh, cause you are “entitled” to it. ugh, fuck people.
The kids at my school act so entitled. Entitled to good grades. Like just because they did the work, they deserve an A. And instead of blaming themselves,they blame the teachers, who are outstanding. I guess they really don’t know how good they have it. I mean, our teachers are amazing.
i have never felt entitled but i know better than to think that i don’t work that way. our whole society is entitled, or feels it, and surely i have fallen prey to that mentality. i’d be lying to think that i could escape such thinking, or that i could handle twenty million dollars with aplomb
“Jojo, It’s me. Listen, I really need that money in kind of a hurry!” Joanne dived across the room to get to the answering machine in time.
“What the hell’s going on!” she screamed into the phone. Are you in trouble? I’m your sister, for god’s sake, I’m entitled to know!”
There was silence for a few seconds, then she could hear her sister crying.
“Yes, Jojo, I am. I think I’m in really big trouble!”
But I want to take that class this semester and I can’t rearrange my schedule to take it later and I tried to call my advisor for teo days and I just want that class on tuesdays…..and nobody tols me I would have to take an online class or make any changes to my life to prioritize school.
“I am entitled to my own opinion.”
“Yeah, well, your opinion is completely wrong. It is morally wrong.”
“But it’s my opinion,” I say. “I think it’s right.”
“Shooting people who you think are ugly will not do anything. Some people find them gorgeous.”
“But they are ugly.”
“Everyone has their own views on what is pretty and ugly. If you shoot every ugly person, you might as well shoot yourself.”
“You think I’m ugly?”
“Of course.”
something is titled this explains what it is anpout, anything could be titled, a ong, book, play ,a peice of art lie a sculpture of painting, or drawing. People have names not titles
I walked into the room with a refreshed spring in my step. I haven’t felt this good in ages. I now I shouldn’t have but I walked towards the bottle and tipped it off the shelf- ton see what would happen. It crashed onto the floor and I looked at it, big mistake. Snakes began to curl out of the mist that had come from the bottle. I looked at them and felt my feet anchor me to the ground.
Not sure what my ancestors did (crazy people), but sometimes I wonder if there’s a piece of paper in Destiny’s custody that says that my ancestors have bequeathed to me an extremely interesting life. Am I entitled to everything that they wish they had?
You are not entitled to anything in this planet; you simply have the anatomical tools to reap your fortunes. God did not give you opposable thumbs, but they were helpful in building shovels, jackhammers, pipes, saws, and axes to turn forests into deserts. No one gave any value to gold except you, who believed it was pretty enough to buy you a goat or a basket of eggs from the closest farmer. You thought the world was a gift to you, when in fact, you wound up at its doorstep and let yourself in without knocking.
You think you’re entitled to everything. Everything this world and the next can offer. You’re entitled to nothing. You get nothing. You get what you make. You’re entitled to try.
The Tracy brothers were entitled to a good and happy life. Not because they were the sons a multi billionaire, but because the good they did for the world meant they were entitled to several lifetimes of happiness.
You come into this world, believing that you are entitled to certain things. Things like food, shelter, a parent’s love. It’s a sad day when you know that there are millions of people out there, suffering without them.
I am entitled. That’s what I’ve been taught all along, and I’m supposed to believe it. Then I will vote for the Democrats because they promise to preserve all my entitlements.
Who needs work, anyhow? It’s just a waste of time when you’re entitled,
like me, because I vote the right way on election day.
People with a sense of entitlement will go through life feeling let down by everyone and everything they encounter. The world was perfect before humans – why do we believe everything is ours for the taking?
He was entitled to a fair trial with a jury of his peers. But the the prosecution had other ideas for David.
Some people feel very entitled even if they aren’t entitled. Some people can be ruthless in their entitlement or sense thereof. Jealousy can be the root of entitlement. Are you entitled/? Do you like entitled? Am I entitled?
all of the cornell kids lived in an entitled life. some made good use of it and developed amicable personalities that brought value to the people around them. others used that entitlement to wreak havoc on a daily basis and find anything to destroy, only to fill the void in their life. They didn’t value much.
Our lives have become so built with entitledment that selfishness is not ever in our thoughts. But stop and see what is around you. Hungry people, homeless ones, children without proper nutrition. Let this entitlement go to others and you will be entitled to the world.
So I don’t look like the ‘majority.’ What of it? Maybe your daddy and your daddy’s daddy have always said people like me have the wrong anatomy to succeed in occupations reserved for people of a certain ‘quality’ or ‘ability.’ You gonna keep standing there talking down to me, then? Maybe I wasn’t born to the right family in the right place at the right time with the right amount of money that paid for the very best education in a world full of greased-hand connections. But I know who I am, what I’m capable of, and what I’m want to do. And I’ll be damned if I allow you to tell me I’m not entitled to equal opportunity. Because bitch, you don’t know me. You’re just another vine in the jungle and I’m that kind of machete wielding worldwide explorer. Or maniac. Take your pick.
You are entitled to receive a free prize. Simply click on this link…. and we will want to know all your details, and hack your credit card and email address. Makes you really feel entitled, yeah? Me too.
It never occurred to her that she was entitled to something more – more than these grey mornings, the kitchen window looking out onto a brick wall, the crowded commute, the artificial smile under artificial lights. Never, that is, until…
berechtigt.
Bin ich dazu berechtigt, mich zu beschweren? Bin ich dazu berechtigt, dir böse zu sein, wegen dem was du tust? Was du nicht tust? Hab ich das Recht dazu, so über dich zu urteilen? Obwohl ich kein Stück besser bin? Habe ich das Recht dir etwas anzukreiden, was ich selbst nicht kann? Auch, wenn ich’s können müsste?
Wozu bin ich berechtigt? Und wozu du?
I feel entitled to write about the world entitled. It’s a pleasure to sit here and tap on the keyboard of my trusty laptop and out come these wonderful words. I’m so fucking entitled. It’s a large word. And it’s for large people. Give me some more resources. I’m entitled to use them. Give me a handout. I feel entitled. Are all entitlements essentially mooching?
“I’m entitled to that.”
She was distinctly unimpressed. “No. You’re not.”
He glared. “I want it and I will have it. It’s mine by right.”
She sighed. How many times had this scenario played out? Too many to count, that was for sure. And every time, there was the same outcome. Him getting what he wanted, and she scolded for not giving him his ‘due’.
This time though, she’d had enough.
Not one of your wants
Are you ENTITLED to have
You must deserve them.
Yeah, you think you’re entitled to everything, don’t you, he sneered.
She shrugged dismissively. “Why shouldn’t I expect to be treated well? It means I have good self-esteem.” She smiled. It wasn’t pretty.
He shook his head in disbelief. “That’s really what you think? You think this is because you’re STRONG? It’s because you’re WEAK … a truly strong person doesn’t treat others with that kind of disrespect.”
She felt like she was entitled to the words that wouldn’t come to her. She wanted to write her whole life and reads so much that she has fews friends and yet no words ever come.
oh how entitled they felt, with their trust funds and their Ivy League education. LIttle did they know that experience, and humility, are what entitles one to anything worth having.
“Und wer keinen Namen hat, stellt sich bitte in diese Reihe!” Ja, wir, die Namenlosen. Mussten sich mal wieder in eine Extraschlange stellen. Staatenlose konnte man uns nicht mehr nennen, denn es gab ja keine Staaten mehr.
You are entitled to:
to have regrets.
to feel sad.
to cry.
You aren’t aloud to:
Go away
To the friend that lost the war. I miss you everyday.
I feel entitled to everyone else’s insides. I always find myself expecting too much from other people. There’s no half way with me- I want it all, I expect it all. If a relationship is not deep, if I do not share the all of my soul with you, it is difficult for me to put any effort into it at all. This is hard for others to understand, and it makes me look at relationships in a strange light.
I feel entitled to everyone else’s insides. I always find myself expecting too much from other people. There’s no half way with me- I want it all, I expect it all. If a relationship is not deep, if I do not share the depths of my soul with you, it is difficult for me to put any effort into it at all.
I should de-entitle myself, I thought.
But perhaps that’s not a thing I do. Perhaps a pretty little list of all the things I ‘deserve’ is written into my soul, and perhaps, never getting them, I shall simply crumble and fall.
You don’t know what it’s like to live in a white trash hell- poor, starving, maybe even homeless. You have no idea, because the doors of privilege open up to you and share everything. You think you’re entitled to whatever good fortune I have, but I’ve fought my way up from less than nothing, and you can’t have what’s mine.
You were entitled to kiss me. We had the most amazing date. I shared myself with you. I enjoy getting to know you. I wanted to take it one step further.
entitled – skip this. Its what’s left when you’ve already been shortchanged and you’ve been taught that this is what you then get. Compare that to self accomplishment which we would much rather have. Ironic that when there is not enough money our society creates situations of entitlement, but its often for things that look shiny on the outside, but are cheap on the inside.
A lot of people feel entitled. I don’t know why, or I know why, but in some cases I haven’t a clue. For instances, this one girl I just met is unbelievable. She is always right. Always. People have to go out of their way for her but she won’t budge for them. I can’t stand to be in the same room as her. I think I have such harsh feelings because that is how my brother used to be, and when he was like that I despised him.
to own. thinking you should just get something because you deserve it. that you should just have something. thinking your better then everyone else. not good. annoying. have you earned it? people suck… did you earn it? probably not. because you think the world just somehow owes you something. you have to work for what you have, you dont just get something because YOU think you should have it. for what reason? do you even know? oh, cause you are “entitled” to it. ugh, fuck people.
The kids at my school act so entitled. Entitled to good grades. Like just because they did the work, they deserve an A. And instead of blaming themselves,they blame the teachers, who are outstanding. I guess they really don’t know how good they have it. I mean, our teachers are amazing.
i have never felt entitled but i know better than to think that i don’t work that way. our whole society is entitled, or feels it, and surely i have fallen prey to that mentality. i’d be lying to think that i could escape such thinking, or that i could handle twenty million dollars with aplomb
“Jojo, It’s me. Listen, I really need that money in kind of a hurry!” Joanne dived across the room to get to the answering machine in time.
“What the hell’s going on!” she screamed into the phone. Are you in trouble? I’m your sister, for god’s sake, I’m entitled to know!”
There was silence for a few seconds, then she could hear her sister crying.
“Yes, Jojo, I am. I think I’m in really big trouble!”
But I want to take that class this semester and I can’t rearrange my schedule to take it later and I tried to call my advisor for teo days and I just want that class on tuesdays…..and nobody tols me I would have to take an online class or make any changes to my life to prioritize school.
“I am entitled to my own opinion.”
“Yeah, well, your opinion is completely wrong. It is morally wrong.”
“But it’s my opinion,” I say. “I think it’s right.”
“Shooting people who you think are ugly will not do anything. Some people find them gorgeous.”
“But they are ugly.”
“Everyone has their own views on what is pretty and ugly. If you shoot every ugly person, you might as well shoot yourself.”
“You think I’m ugly?”
“Of course.”
something is titled this explains what it is anpout, anything could be titled, a ong, book, play ,a peice of art lie a sculpture of painting, or drawing. People have names not titles
I walked into the room with a refreshed spring in my step. I haven’t felt this good in ages. I now I shouldn’t have but I walked towards the bottle and tipped it off the shelf- ton see what would happen. It crashed onto the floor and I looked at it, big mistake. Snakes began to curl out of the mist that had come from the bottle. I looked at them and felt my feet anchor me to the ground.
Not sure what my ancestors did (crazy people), but sometimes I wonder if there’s a piece of paper in Destiny’s custody that says that my ancestors have bequeathed to me an extremely interesting life. Am I entitled to everything that they wish they had?
You are not entitled to anything in this planet; you simply have the anatomical tools to reap your fortunes. God did not give you opposable thumbs, but they were helpful in building shovels, jackhammers, pipes, saws, and axes to turn forests into deserts. No one gave any value to gold except you, who believed it was pretty enough to buy you a goat or a basket of eggs from the closest farmer. You thought the world was a gift to you, when in fact, you wound up at its doorstep and let yourself in without knocking.
You think you’re entitled to everything. Everything this world and the next can offer. You’re entitled to nothing. You get nothing. You get what you make. You’re entitled to try.
What is entitled? Believing something is yours even though you do not deserve ownership.