tantrum

Sure, a developing human is gonna have a hard time adjusting to the rigors of the world around them, but at a certain point, c'mon kid, you're having a full-on meltdown because your mom's not letting you eat dirt. Maybe she knows better than you about eating dirt. Here are more stupid reasons kids went insane.

Listen we get that kids are little bundles of innocence or whatever but they're also screaming, leaking piles of problems made entirely out of your own broken dreams. Here are 35 parents whose kids gave them grief for no good reason. On a similar note, sadly, these types of tantrums aren't just relegated to kids. Adults can have them too.

You'd think that just because someone's over the age of 35, they'd have a healthy amount of humility and shame. If you thought that, you would be wrong. You would be very, very wrong. We've got grown-ups head-butting walls for candy, and self-respecting adults crying over parking spots. Smh.

Cutting a sandwich in half is as good as breaking it! 

Kids may have their own agenda of eating candy for dinner and crying a lot, but that doesn't mean their parents can't come back with some cleverly manipulative firepower. Holy crap kids are dumb. 

These people are something else... I'm sure you're familiar with them if you've ever worked in retail or customer service. 

These delightful individuals are so self absorbed that they have no regard for other people and don't care who they hurt in their immature tirades agains the world around them. 

The arresting spectacle that is an adult reverting before your eyes, back to red-faced-angry-baby-shit-packed-diaper-mode is unsettling as it is strangely entertaining --- a train-wreck of a mental meltdown, and you can't seem to look away for the life of you. Kind of like impressively immature reality TV that's populated by pompous, psychotically self-concerned, silicone-altered wannabe celebrities that are always jacked up on Svedka and elementary level gossip. Or, or maybe you've experienced one of these shitshows firsthand. Maybe it was a permanent marker-sniffing, cigarette-munching, vaguely homeless woman who was working on a six pack of high life on the bus yesterday, while you and the unfortunate sea of weary spectators were just trying to get home. Yes, that happened on one of the evening commutes to me. Never thought I'd mention it, till now. Well, sit back, buckle up, and be thankful you weren't around for one of these eruptions.