Someone will need to help me with the particulars since I don’t celebrate Christmas, but at what point in the tale do the three wise men commence beating the hell out of each other? Do they use the frankensence or is on the way back from commemorating the birth of the person some consider the messiah?
If the attempt at humor is bleak, that’s only because the mood matches and there are times not even the most erstwhile clown can fake the smile as he entertains the crowd. These endless internecine squabbles (more the one of which I precipitated if not happily joined) are tiring. And utterly pointless.
What all of us seem to forget is this is not the real world. The real estate blogs – the topics we discuss, the stances we take – are only connected ancillarily to reality. Few in the general public give a damn about a thing that we discuss. Few agents not plugged understand the topics.
I have to say that I was shocked! (shocked!) when I learned that Russell Shaw had burned a bridge. I’m sure this will have a devastating impact on his scores-of-sales-a-year real estate practice. In fact, I feel so bad about it that I personally will be collecting gift cards Russell can use throughout the coming year. (Please note, Russell wishes you to use his actual first name – the “W” stands for Jonathan Dalton, so have the cards and gift cheques filled out appropriately.)
At our best, we’re a collective voice heard by very few. At our worst, we’re out of control children throwing toys at each other in the Toddlers’ Room while the world goes on around us.
And at the end of the day, none of this has anything to do with closing a transaction. I don’t know about you, but for me that’s the sole focus these days … what can I do to close transactions at a rate higher than this year, which in itself was the most prolific year of my career.
Yes, this was personal. I’ve seen and survived highly personal attacks in the not-so-distant past, tempted to strike back only to realize there’s nothing in it except for the fight and the desperate cry for attention. And it was in that attack that I realized just how petty all of this really can be.
Bottom line – I don’t want your attention. I don’t need your attention. If you’re sending me a referral, wonderful. Outside of that, whether you read me or don’t read me or like me or don’t like me or respect me or don’t respect me doesn’t mean a thing outside of the fact I’m a delicate flower and I bruise easily.
My job is to help people buy and sell real estate. It’s what I do. More and more, the collective that is the real estate blogging world is sucking the life out of me and making it increasingly challenging to do that.
I sell real estate. What exactly is it that you do?
