Yesterday I wrote that I felt like the mortgage company was playing a game. When you talk to them, it is a rather scripted game, but what good team doesn't have a playbook? The more I thought about it, the more it was a soothing analogy (soothing might be the wrong description, I don't know exactly how I feel about it, wait, there is no crying in baseball, it doesn't matter how I feel).
I guess when the real estate market collapsed, I was rather cavalier about it (judgmental, ignorant, uninformed). I was not going to play by their rules, and was rather proud that I had stepped out of the game. Countrywide and Washington Mutual could do what they do, and I could simply be a spectator. I imagined that when I am old I would own my house, and it would be something of real value, the cold, hard, game numbers say otherwise.
Though I felt I was sitting on the sidelines, I was actually also playing for the other team. Since The Bank makes the rules and has a playbook, it makes it difficult to realize you are playing, but you are. If you don't realize you are playing, how can you win? I can imagine it's like playing Scrabble with a pre-schooler, and then if I start to slip, taking money from my dad to give myself a bonus. I can't lose, I have to win.
Bank, I wanna know what the strategy is behind calling daily, and hanging up. I have caller ID, I know it's you! I'm going to call that move 'The DrunkDial'.
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