The American Dream

My friend just bought his first house.  A slightly overdue event if you give a tinker's damn about pursuing the "great American dreams" in their proper order or at all.  When people would ask him why he didn't buy a house, he always said he was waiting to find a good woman to settle down with before he bought a house.  In his meantime search for the Little Misses, he lived in an apartment.  Until recently that is, when another friend of his, a guy, told him that he needed to leave his college style behind and step up his offerings in order to impress and reel in any future Little Misses.  Having personally been in his sights as a Little Misses possibility, I never resisted based on his college like apartment.  If anything, that was a plus in his favor.  He had no home style of his own, and that would have worked out really well for me, because I have strong views on houses and their contents.  Soooooooooo, I sorta disagreed with the reasoning behind my friend's purchase of a house, but not the fact that he chose to buy one.  Whether one does or does not enslave themselves to a house is a decision everyone has to make for themselves.  Even if the reason seems a bit pimpish.

Let the slavery begin.  Last night was his first night in his new house, and he is already sending me e-mails wanting a reference for a good plumber.  Ha ha ... his real LOVE/HATE relationship has begun.  I asked him what the problem was, and he said his hot water wasn't hot enough.  I suggested he first try checking the thermostat on the hot water heater.  He said he had looked for the hot water heater, but he could not find it.  I told him to check the attic.  He was appalled at the idea of climbing into the attic (understated clue) and admitted he didn't yet know how to access his attic.  I told him I would come over and help him if he wanted, or he could call so and so plumber.  He then sent me an email telling me how long it took him to get his phone switched over his apartment to his new house .... 37 minutes.  "37 minutes just to discuss changing the location!  Can you believe that?" he asked.  "Uhhhh, yes, yes I can."   Next he wailed about the cable company's four hour window of waiting for its crappy service.  He was none too happy about that huge waste of time, but conceded that he is too dependent on TV not to follow through with the hook up.  Well, he's not actually dependent on watching TV so much (he reads more than he watches TV), but he likes it for background noise, else he feels a bit lonely.  I understand that need, and told him to embrace the initial suck.  Okay, that's not true.  I didn't tell him to embrace the suck.  I was nicer than that...I totally empathized with his plight.  And I graciously withheld news of all further home troubles headed his way.

The new house may or may not get him the Little Misses, but it is definitely providing a new relationship.  A needy, demanding, co-dependent sort of relationship.  I hope he and his house do find a Little Misses to join them in their struggle journey.  They are going to need all the help they can get.




Sorry that this video is partially CHOPPED off.  It's totally Blogger's fault.  If you want to see this video in all of its GLORY, you  can find it on YOUTUBE -- search for Mumford & Sons -- The Cave.  As you can tell, I dig some of their music and thought this one was a contending winner for today.


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