I was just having a discussion in one of the threads with one of the 99.999% of the folks in the universe (or whatever the actual number is) who don’t buy from me.
I hope I acquitted myself well, but I’m still not sure.
I must admit, I get along better with people who aren’t buying from me if we’re not talking about work. I get the feeling that sometimes folks who aren’t buying from me get a little mad because someone else bought something. Then I get defensive about making my living working with the .001% of the people who do buy from me, as if the housing prices in the Sacramento area are my fault somehow because I’m doing my job.
When I look at the real estate blogosphere — which incidently is a sphere about .00001″ in diameter, as scientists have recently measured — it seems to me that I detect a bit of a difference between those folks who work well with people who don’t buy with them, and those folks who, like me, don’t. I’ve actually met some Realtor® bloggers who are so good at working with people who don’t buy anything that they participate actively in the anti-Realtor® bias of their readers.
In its less extreme form, working well with people not buying anything and being a well established member of the “community of real estate bloggers” (whatever the heck that is) seems to go hand in hand. I’ve been thinking about that group a bit in the last couple of days, and how my relative isolation from its mainstream probably has something to do with the comments I don’t generate, which in turn is a function of how good I’m not with people who don’t buy anything.
However, on the off chance that my feeling like some sort of lone wolf in the Sacramento wilderness is instead a function of not posting enough pretty pictures, I’ve invested a whole dollar in an Istockphoto picture of a pointy fence. This is part of why I don’t get along with people, I’m sure: whenever I hear about buyers sitting on a fence, I feel like I should be posting some sort of medical warning about the dangers of picket-butt.
No, but seriously, being on a fence can’t be comfortable. If you want to rent, go ahead and rent. There’s nothing wrong with it, assuming of course you invest the difference that you saved in something as worthwhile as a home, or blow it on something really profoundly stupid and enjoy yourself. People should be happy.
Go be happy.