Done & Done
Date: January 08, 2020 11:08AM
Mormon House Flipping. Mormon people flipping. Is there really any difference?
Update a kitchen. Update behavior. New roof. New haircut. New coat of paint. White shirts only. Follow the building code. Follow the Prophet.
Both increase the value for the buyer and both are being bought. Make no mistake about it.
Early on in a relationship and someone was telling me they loved me, I had the sneaking feeling that they saw me as a fixer-upper.
I kept asking, "But, do you LIKE me?"
Somewhere deep down I wanted to be liked more than I wanted to be loved. I wanted to be understood rather than worshipped. I wanted to be seen as unusual or different rather than be what someone wanted me to be.
I sent my New Year's poem to family that I had written for here. It caused a stir. A big one. Wasn't a hit with the TBM's. Understatement that.
The Beginning. The End.
All I wanted was to fit in
To be like the others
To be accepted
To be liked
I was the goody goody
I learned how to seem like "them"
I hid my secrets
As best I could
But I couldn't
All I want is to not fit in
To be like no one else
To have my difference understood
Liked? What is that?
Soooo . . . . Liked versus loved? I constantly hear those ending a phone call, "Love you". Seems so critical to end that way. Musn't forget. Have to be told all the time or how would they know? I always wonder as I hear that, 'but do you like them?'
Love? Really. Seems like a weapon sometimes. Other times an obligation. Sometimes really ineffectual and useless. Often a double edged sword. Love always comes in handy when you don't really like someone though, so there is that.
MY parents love a sinner. Me. I can't compute.
So have to end my poem with a switch-up.
Loved. What even is that? Then I think about my little dog and I know.
Don't mind me today.