There's a line between being active and proactive (good) and trying to control things you can't control (bad) and trying to make things happen just to shift the weight off your goddamn shoulders already (crazy). I'm straddling that line and it feels like a permanent wedgie. Help me, lord.
Actually this is one of those moments I wish I did believe in a higher, guiding, benevolent force in the universe. Then maybe I could lay back and think:
- the fact that I have not yet secured us an April 1 rental, despite spending every day shuttling from one middling apartment to another is all part of the plan
- the fact that, after a month, the bank has still not rubber-stamped our pre-approval so that we could forward with our potential purchase is all part of the plan
- the fact that brokers keep chipping away at my self-esteem and self-confidence is all part of the plan. Viz:
ME: My husband and I ...
BROKER: No. No! You're a BABY!
ME: I'm not sure this is quite right for us.
BROKER 2: Well, what is it you want, anyway? How many apartments have you seen? Shouldn't you know by now? Shouldn't you just commit?
ME, DIFFERENT APARTMENT: I'm not sure this is what we're looking for.
BROKER 2: (Shouts in Hebrew on her cell phone for a long time)
ME: I'd like an application, please.
BROKER 3: Mm, sorry. I really don't like giving wives applications without their husbands present.
ME: Well, for $2000, we'd like a large one-bedroom in a building with laundry and an elevator.
BROKER 4: You'll never find it.
- the fact that Mr. Ben doesn't know what he wants to / will be able to do once he leaves his clerkship in September is all part of the plan
- the fact that I keep applying fruitlessly to the sprinkling of available jobs is all part of the plan
- the fact that my father is sick and spends his days calculating the value of his library is all part of the plan
That would have to be one serious plan, that's for sure. And it could be. I just wish I had the faith.
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"ME: I'd like an application, please.
BROKER 3: Mm, sorry. I really don't like giving wives applications without their husbands present."
you are fucking kidding me.
nope! the nice thing about living through absurdity is you don't have to make shit up.
Exchange with Broker #3 is probably the stupidest thing I've heard of this week.
i hope that that someday happens to me, so that i can totally step into the role.
"oh thank you, it's so frustating when people don't understand the proper role of submission in our lives... would you mind dialing this phone for me so i can call and ask his permission to cook him dinner?"
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