The things you own, end up owning you.  

nietchze 43M
195 posts
8/30/2005 4:20 pm

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The things you own, end up owning you.


So about 6 months ago my delivery guy takes a refrigerator out to a guy's house in one of the more affluent neighborhoods in my town. Whispering Meadows it's called. It's one of those housing plans where all the houses have the same color shingle and the roads wind around for no apparent reason. With the ever popular cul-de-sac just to give the illusion of seclusion and safety. These homes go for about 600-700 grand, which around here is reeeally expensive. By comparison my parents recently had there home re-appraised for tax purposes and their 5 bedroom 1 1/2 bath home on an acre of land, with a deck, a garage, downstairs workshop, game room, fireplace, and brand new kitchen went for about 130k. So 600 grand gets you a lot of house. So anyway's my delivery guy comes back and tells me the refrigerator will probably be returned in a week. I asked him why and he tells me this story.

Upon entering the home he sees that it's almost completely empty, except for one of the bedrooms has a mattress on the floor and a few suitcases and a half full closet. Other than that the house is completely empty except for a microwave and foreman grill in the kitchen. In the driveway was a brand new Mercedes SLK convertible and an Audi quattro in the garage. My driver asks the obvious question of.

'How long ago did you move in?'

' About a year ago' is the reply.

Carl, my driver, is surprised but doesn't say anything. During the installation process Carl answers several questions about our return policy.

' Are you unhappy with the fridge sir?'

' No I just won't need it in a week. My family is coming in to visit for the week and I need some furniture. Rent-a-Center didn't have a refrigerator to match the other kitchen appliances, so I had to buy one off of you.'

Turns out this guy is so broke trying to pay for his house and his 2 luxury cars and huge house that he doesn't have money to pay for furniture. Not married, no kids but lives in a 600 thousand dollar home and not one, but two, 50k dollar cars. Actually the Mercedes ranges anywhere from 70-100 grand, but that's not the point. Point is, just to impress his friends at work and family from New York, he bought a home he can barely afford, and sleeps on the floor of an empty house. So when his family comes to visit he has to rent a bunch of furniture for the week just to fill the space. I try not to be a judgmental person, but I truly pity this man.

justsayhi2005 51F

8/31/2005 7:03 am

niet, I know what you mean. This isn't really that uncommon. I used to visit patients in their homes post discharge from the hospital after open heart surgery. Many people in that position feel the need to reexamine their lives and I heard many a story of how miserable people were working to pay for their mortgages while sitting on the only piece of furniture in their living rooms. And you're right, it really is sad. To some of them it wasn't only that what they owned owned them, it damn near killed them.


pseudohippie 49F

8/31/2005 7:47 am

My father once wisely advised me, "It is our nature to rise to our means," meaning the more money we make, the more we spend, the more we need, the less we have.

Seems like this guy rose WAY over his means!


rm_MrDark71 46M
14 posts
8/31/2005 8:38 am

As a former service dept. employee of a "upscale" luxury car dealership, I know all too well people living out of their means to keep up with the Jones'. One such customer complained to me for about an hour in her McMansion with matching German suv's in the driveway how she can't afford to keep renting cars everytime she smashes hers up. The house was meagerly furnished with Ikea items-not that there is anything wrong with Ikea but really that's for regular people. Their vehicles were a mess inside and the house was a pigsty. The woman obviously crawled out of bed and into her Ann Taylor velvet and gold lame sweatsuit, to take care of "our " business. After absorbing her tantrum for a while it came to me. They sold their house in Staten Island for a shitload and bought a New Jersey mansion and accompanying "Eurotrash U V's" to impress their new neighbors and friends then realized that living in their new home costs them more than the husband makes. they had to get rid of the cleaning service and landscapers. She of course was a "stay at home and let the nanny do the work" mother and had the job skills of a schnauzer so income on her part was delusional. They had all the top appliances and electro-penis extention equiptment. The house was strewn with designer labels and tacky fads for the kids. As I sat amd listended to her "plight" I wondered...what would she be saying had she bought a modest home and pragmatic vehicles, cancelled her "book reading club (adult tea party gossip session)" meetings and spa treatments, got off her ass and got a job,any job, to provide the comforts of not having to worry. So you don't own a house entirely too big. So you don't drive a Uberstatus import. So you buy a pair of Levi's not Calvins to do yard work in. So you only provide what your kids need not want because the TV said so. Is that so bad? Is it bad to know you don't have to worry about major life downsizing every day? Are the people you are trying to impress that worth it? I think not. Having gone from having everthing and still not content I was thrust into having less than nothing. It's a bitter cup of shitjuice to taste. Over time that shit juice flavor is gently replaced by contentment. Ever eaten nothing but Ramen noodles for a week?? After a week of that you realize that nothing else really matters except that you have a home, food, clothing, and loved ones with you. The house size doesn't matter. The Toyota Corolla is fine. Kenmore is no longer a "badword". The kids learn that a paper route or busperson gig is the only way the Ipod will be obtained...unless of course they can spell "valedictorian" and "full academic/athletic scholarship". If the latter is the case then well as parents we can accept the part time job at the local whatever to afford the little special items the children may "earn". Mowing the lawn becomes a rewarding task and you actually get to meet your neighbors. Standing in the cleanest living room ever after doing it all yourself gives you the sense of "home". Consuella (no ethnic or racial jab intended and all apologies to those offended) never cleaned the home, she cleaned the house.
Well in short(if thats what this is) I never understood why people don't cherish what they have for it's practicality or function, instead praise like false idols the grossly impractical and shiniest treasures as if the "Jones'" really care. I've stopped caring. I have a meager home and existance. I drive a modest vehicle. I wear comfortable clean clothes. I don't need the latest cd or gadget. I don't work a million fucking hours for nothing. I just enjoy what I have and go on living day by f'in day without the anxiety that my torn Levi's, great take-out meal, and Honda is gonna taint my nieghbors opinion of me, as he crams 4 drunk girls into his outdoor hot tub covered by a mosquito net sitting next to my garbage cans.
Ahhh the simple life...... now if i could just win that Mega Millions I too can get a hot tub behind my meager old rustic house and buy a new pair of Levi's.


rm_DocSpiky 40M
18 posts
8/31/2005 9:51 am

Maybe I've been in this state for too long, but I don't really see anything sad about it. The guy knew what he wanted and what he was willing to sacrifice, and he sacrificed to get what he wanted.

Not the decision I would've personally made, but hey...


nietchze 43M

8/31/2005 1:53 pm

I think that without a doubt, based on the poignant and well spoken replies, that this is, while not my funniest post, the most gratifying. Well met....


rm_DocSpiky 40M
18 posts
9/2/2005 7:05 am

I think it's a bit of a logical leap to deduce that he bought the house and two cars because he felt pressured. There are an infinite number of variables involved in calculating his precise motive.

I know single men whom I would consider to be well off who own expensive cars and/or houses, but just don't buy furniture, clothes, or groceries. It's just not part of their lifestyle.

Strange? Yes.
Sad? Only they really know.


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