The states of America as a Country divided by people full of indifference.
At the Front
As a young man clinging to the final years of my twenties, you would think that I have more to worry about than terrorism, political agendas, bankruptcy, or pandemics. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not all bad... In fact, I recently bought a fixer-upper house so cheap that I feel like I stole it, and in a way, I did; the previous owner foreclosed on it. In the end, there was even some stimulus money thrown my way! Thanks America.
I found out from a neighbor that the previous owner had a heart condition, was dropped by his carrier, and took out a second mortgage to finance medical costs. With a home severely devalued in a “buyer’s market” the previous owner backed himself into a corner with an upside-down second mortgage. While he could have skipped medical attention and risked death, that would have been so un-American. After all, we’re not a third world country!
With so much negative equity and no job, the house simply wasn’t worth fighting to keep and I guess he just salvaged what he could of his life and walked away with his family intact. I should probably feel better for him; he managed to at least walk away with that much, because some of you couldn’t even salvage that after countless money-induced fights with your former spouse. Generations of Americans allowed this to happen, and I am sorry for your loss, in whatever billionth of a percentile I may fit in for my part on the downfall of your personal economy.
As I mentioned above, I’m a pretty normal 29 year old guy, with my head screwed on straight. I went to a University nestled in a small town, which was a polar opposite from my busy single-parent upbringing in the Metropolitan Detroit area. I did well in school, and bought a flashy sports car after I got my first real job, mostly as a reward to myself for my hard work. I happen to find personal goals and rewards to be an important part of a healthy lifestyle.
Granted, I’m thrifty, so while I had big 10 scores, I skipped a big 10 school, and opted for a used car that needed a timing belt replacement, which I knew upon receiving the keys. To put this in perspective and highlight my thriftiness (or stupidity), it involves about 8 hours of work for the pro’s, and having never worked on cars previously, I was far from a pro. Did I mention I bought a fixer-upper house, or that I have a boat in my garage that was a gift because the previous owner ran it into a rock so I’m repairing the fiberglass?
My life is one project after another, and sometimes, I’m not sure how my girlfriend / fiancé even deals with me. That girlfriend slash fiancé thing means I have the ring, but haven’t worked up the intestinal fortitude to ask her dad if he’s okay with my intentions, yet (I’m traditional I guess). Thankfully, unlike some of the previous partners I’ve held along my way through life, this girl isn’t a project. At least I learned something along the way!
I feel the need to build upon my character, because I want the various age groups who read this to understand where I’m coming from; you know, just in case my “generation y” attitude doesn’t mesh with yours. With that, I welcome all of you to share with me, a few of my personal feelings regarding our country of united sovereign states, comprised of people from various walks of life, divided by our collective indifference.
At the Front
As a young man clinging to the final years of my twenties, you would think that I have more to worry about than terrorism, political agendas, bankruptcy, or pandemics. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not all bad... In fact, I recently bought a fixer-upper house so cheap that I feel like I stole it, and in a way, I did; the previous owner foreclosed on it. In the end, there was even some stimulus money thrown my way! Thanks America.
I found out from a neighbor that the previous owner had a heart condition, was dropped by his carrier, and took out a second mortgage to finance medical costs. With a home severely devalued in a “buyer’s market” the previous owner backed himself into a corner with an upside-down second mortgage. While he could have skipped medical attention and risked death, that would have been so un-American. After all, we’re not a third world country!
With so much negative equity and no job, the house simply wasn’t worth fighting to keep and I guess he just salvaged what he could of his life and walked away with his family intact. I should probably feel better for him; he managed to at least walk away with that much, because some of you couldn’t even salvage that after countless money-induced fights with your former spouse. Generations of Americans allowed this to happen, and I am sorry for your loss, in whatever billionth of a percentile I may fit in for my part on the downfall of your personal economy.
As I mentioned above, I’m a pretty normal 29 year old guy, with my head screwed on straight. I went to a University nestled in a small town, which was a polar opposite from my busy single-parent upbringing in the Metropolitan Detroit area. I did well in school, and bought a flashy sports car after I got my first real job, mostly as a reward to myself for my hard work. I happen to find personal goals and rewards to be an important part of a healthy lifestyle.
Granted, I’m thrifty, so while I had big 10 scores, I skipped a big 10 school, and opted for a used car that needed a timing belt replacement, which I knew upon receiving the keys. To put this in perspective and highlight my thriftiness (or stupidity), it involves about 8 hours of work for the pro’s, and having never worked on cars previously, I was far from a pro. Did I mention I bought a fixer-upper house, or that I have a boat in my garage that was a gift because the previous owner ran it into a rock so I’m repairing the fiberglass?
My life is one project after another, and sometimes, I’m not sure how my girlfriend / fiancé even deals with me. That girlfriend slash fiancé thing means I have the ring, but haven’t worked up the intestinal fortitude to ask her dad if he’s okay with my intentions, yet (I’m traditional I guess). Thankfully, unlike some of the previous partners I’ve held along my way through life, this girl isn’t a project. At least I learned something along the way!
I feel the need to build upon my character, because I want the various age groups who read this to understand where I’m coming from; you know, just in case my “generation y” attitude doesn’t mesh with yours. With that, I welcome all of you to share with me, a few of my personal feelings regarding our country of united sovereign states, comprised of people from various walks of life, divided by our collective indifference.
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