It occurs to me that upon watching that guy (nice wristbands, by the way) trash what is now, for all intents and purposes, the bank's house ... well, it seems that some folks simply are not mature enough to be homeowners.
Let alone be three-home-owners.
My daughter's five years old, and she's thrown her share of "I want it!" tantrums. But they typically last five or ten minutes, tops. After that she comes to grips with reality and goes right back to Green Eggs and Ham or her "My Little Pony" ponies, or whatever. Pre-K life, admittedly, packs its own set of challenges.
As does homeownership. There are obstacles to be met, important decisions to be made, and head-slapping gaffes to be dealt with — hopefully in an adult manner. But not so with this gentleman.
No, the world owes him flip-tastic returns on his housing investments. But since he's now got no shot in hell at those great returns — since he has now, in fact, been severely owned by his naiveté and greed — he's gonna be a Big Man and take it out on on the house. And by extension, the bank. And by a likely extension of that extension, the U.S. taxpayer. (Oh, and his neighbors. Can't forget his neighbors.)
Yeah. He's gonna show them.
You know, it'd be just marvelous if this video could somehow follow Mr. HouseTrasher around for the rest of his life. As in, it ends up on his boss' monitor at work. In his girlfriend's email inbox. On his parents AOL homepage. And certainly embedded in every single credit app he ever fills out for the rest of his days. Sadly, that won't happen.
Some readers might say, "Well, you don't really know his situation, do you?" And they'd be right: I don't. But what I'm fairly certain of is that this guy's a tool. Life just kicked his ass, and he has no idea how to correctly respond. He's exhibiting all the maturity of a below-average toddler, and he's carrying it out via a tantrum of extraordinary degree.
Congratulations, Mr. HouseTrasher.
I'm sure your life will only get better from here.
Labels: Homeownership
