First World Problems

So, its late in the evening on the Friday before my classes start back up, and my day has consisted eating a bag of grapes, watching YouTube videos, and playing The Last of Us game, and now all I can really think of is how other people could spend their summer. I imagine some of my friends still celebrating youth abroad, travelling everywhere from Argentina to Siberian Russia. While in my mind I know the most they're probably doing is kicking a ball against their wall, it does make me think about what I'm doing with my time. I know I could be doing more active, productive things than sitting around trying to tell myself I'm not fat, but those things are all worn on me. Since I was very little, my mother was always taking us to different places, and we ended up travelling so much that I'd say our average number of "vacations" per year came to about 3,4 trips per year. the intention was to expose us to multiple areas and historical experiences, but for me, it made me indifferent and cynical, if it wasn't obvious. For example, when we went to Paris I found the most interesting thing about the trip was the street vendors and performers, things that could be found, though more scarcely, in my local community, and in London a couple years later, I pretty much just played through the shitty game Candy Crush Saga in the bathroom of every museum, restaurant, and rental car I was in. Every summer, we take another trip, and the focus is always the historical monuments, and because I've developed a habit of indifference, even when something compelling comes up, I dismiss it as run-of-the-mill. But now the alternative is a more objective form of a boring routine. Sitting around, essentially doing nothing, and all because the experience nail was hammered in too deep. 
I look at my life now and my life on the road, and it seems to bring up a bigger topic of the nurtured effect of luxury in youth. Living as a teen in Southern California, I get an answer to the question of, "Who would give their kid a Mercedes?", and I know of at least three kids who are on their second, third luxury car. They get it, they drive freely without enough experience, they crash without fatality, and the cycle repeats, to the dismay and wonder of everyone around them. Their indifference to the value of their parent's property and their life is reduced by repetition. However, the difference between this and my dilemma is that their predicament breeds entitlement, and mine breeds indifference, so the manifestation of the problem of luxury may differ from case to case. But the thing that appears to be common in so-called "first world problems" is that by becoming accustomed to subjective luxury, one becomes detached from objective realities. I developed such a distaste for travelling that beyond moving out, I never want to go out, and the Mercedes-mashers get so used to luxury items being handed to them that when the time comes for them to come into their own, they'll be so used to being hand-delivered luxury they won't be bale to work for it, the same way I'll generally have issues forming more active hobbies and skills, and all because a parent in some way or form worked too hard. Some parents try too hard to win their children's affection and loyalty by being the nice old people in the house, and some try to hard to provide opportunity with vacations and parental micromanagement, when at some point, the child has to develop the natural desire to strive for these benefits, and hand-feeding them hampers that development. Now when the time comes for me my kid(s) want to go on vacation, I won't be able to enjoy it with them, and bond in a way crucial to their growth, and the aforementioned kids will have a harder time living within their means when their parent's money runs out or the time comes for them to live on their own coin. Again, the problems may be different, but the cause is the same. 
Long story short, luxury is bad, independence is good, vacations bore me, and my shitty rant is over.
Done for now,
Vincent Weis