I’ve never been a big fan of real estate. Seems like land shouldn’t really cost as much as people are pricing it at. What the frick is land anyways? A bunch of dirt and grass and insects who were probably there first and probably paid a lot of money to their insect landlords only to be preempted by some humans that want to pay a lot of money to steal it from the insects.
I get that people have this incessant need for a “space they can call their own”, but eventually the space gets messy and then there is complaining because the “space they call their own” is too small, too messy, too old, too in need of repair, has too much space, the air conditioning is working, the mice like to play there too much, or millionaire’s and billionaire’s get new projects or new teams they are moving to, and the whole incessant need to “find another space they can call their own” starts again.
I also care about those things, but for me, to me the real real estate matters that are important to me is my own personal space. I’m fighting for every inch of my personal space.
I’m 6’1 and that means that not every space works for me. Like on the bed. I want to be able to sprawl, but can’t because it is invading another person’s space. So I have to bend my knees, and these knees have done way more than their fair share of bending. They are getting as tired as I am all the time, so the less bending of them, the bitter.
Then there is the real estate of the couches. There is one good spot available, and that spot should always be mine, but for some reason, people are almost always there, even though the butt shape explicitly spells out my name. I don’t know why others think they are able to sit there, even when I take a short break from the couch spot to get food delivered to my mouth.
There is also the prime real estate fight for the garage. As this season dictates that you be in some sort of covered parking as the sun likes to penetrate into the very soul of a car and heat it to the temperature of the middle of the sun, it would be nice to be in a place where the sun is being blocked. Unfortunately, with my microwave oven cooking me to a nice tender 400 degrees inside, I might be juicy, but I taste quite bitter. My car is just like me, is a bitter outsider.
The biggest prime real estate is the entertainment in the house. We all have at least two devices. I with my laptop and phone, my wife with her phone and her Ipad, my daughter with her phone and tablet, and my son with his tablet and laptop, all of which we must be using one or the other while watching TV, there is always something to be watched, or played. Problem being there is only so much Wi-Fi and internet available, so there is the constant fight for who gets to use it all. Someday, one of the geniuses at either T-mobile, AT&T, Sprint or Verizon will figure out how to boost that amount to make it so we can all have light speed in the 15 devices at a time, but just when they do that it will be just out of our price range.
In the meantime, there will always be bitter battles for the real estates around us, and I for one, will probably always lose them.
ARRRRGGGHHHHH
Bitter Not so Real Estate Ben
well may be some day you can TRUMP the real estate !!
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Yeah, I will definitely see about TRUMPing the real estate.
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They wiggle their way into every nook and cranny. Inch by inch they conquer
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They can give me as many red squiggly lines as they want, I will ignore them forever.
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Realizing that my whose are all wrong. Who’s I say, who’s. Before the grammar police come get me.
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Good thing the grammar police isn’t allowed around here. We put him in jail.
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The shed. My bed. My kids, at the rope old age of teeny boppers, just developed a habit of sleeping with me every night. Wtf. 3 people, queen sized bed. Guess whose arm is always falling asleep and whose always hanging onto the bed by a thread. Arrggghh
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Yep, my kids stole real estate in the bed too. Even though I take up the most space, I’m the one that always got the least.
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We’re trying to sell our dirt and lack of grass, but so far no one likes our price range. We’d prefer to live in the gondola of a balloon, where there is no real estate, but then there’s the cost of all that hot air. It’s rising sky-high. Guess we’re stuck on the ground with all the insects.
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Yeah, we went through that last summer. We were sure we were going to get a good price for ours, because they neighborhood is in a good school district blah blah, but then we found out about all kinds of problems and had to go way under what we were hoping for and had to sell it quick because we were moving soon. The worst experience. I hope the insects eat it all soon.
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I’m bitter about always feeling house poor. Real estate soaks up money like a sponge – taxes, insurance, maintenance, repairs – it never ends. The American dream. AARRRRRGGHHHHH!
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I feel you. We sold our house and then moved here. Right now we are living in my parents condo and as soon as I get something permanent we are moving back into a house. As much as that is going to be nice to “have our own space” I’m going to miss having the lawn taken care of and many other issues that we wouldn’t have to deal with when we go back into a house. Uggghh.
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Happy House hunting!
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Yeah, my wife has been house hunting since we moved here and she is just waiting to push play as soon as I get a permanent one.
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The irony about “real estate” as land, is that when one purchases land, it is only enjoyed or lived on while the purchaser is alive. “Owning land” is an illusion. Thanks for the thought provoking blog. Ray
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Yeah, and pretty much everything kind of sucks when you are dead. I’m guessing people are lining up to take my property when I die. Mostly mosquito’s and other insects.
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I hate real estate…all that land, all that mowing and planting and praying for rain. Bitter!
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Yeah, who wants a bunch of land when all you get is headaches, taxes, and shotty construction right on top of it.
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Exactly! I’d rather have a condo with a bitter HOA!
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Yeah, a bitter HOA is someone you can at least complain to, even though they don’t listen. And some stupid HOA’s make you paint your house a certain color and don’t let you do things on the outside of the house, but they can just deal.
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They try to enter your house to ck out the size of your dog, give you a palette of colors (3) that you can choose from when you paint your home, which must be right away. They are lovely intrusive people.
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As long as they give me a small lawn. I don’t care about the color of the freaking house.
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I chose a soft peach, but it cost me 2 K to have it painted. I am still very bitter about that.
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Even worse would have to be painting all that stuff yourself, like I had to do. Only to have these people that bought our house to paint it all again. Easier to get brick.
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Oh, wow, how very disturbing. Did you come back later with a bit of graffiti 🙂
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I should, but haven’t been back to the house yet. But as soon as I get a chance, it is all over.
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🙂
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All the better to be bitter!
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You are correct, I’m always finding ways to be bitter.
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Preach. And our price range is ALWAYS one or two tiers below the new thing. Arghh indeed.
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Stupid price range. Why so much money for dirt and grass? If we spoke to real estate agents about that fact, maybe they would change their minds about the prices?
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