flexagon | Whew... well, mostly whew

Got the loan letters, finally. Faxed them to the lawyer. All should be well, except one gooberish little detail about the appraiser finishing his report, which at least isn't mine to do. But, I happened to be browsing my friendsfriends page and got a little dose of guilt to go along with my relief. Sigh. I could say about a million things about that post, especially the stuff in the comments about mortgage amounts (and there's some irony in the fact that I had read that article about bankruptcy already, from a link on a childfree list)... but I won't. I feel bad for the writer of that post. I also worked awfully hard to get from "gee, I wish I lived in a real trailer like Sarah does, so I could have people over without being embarrassed" to being one of those people with the low-interest mortgage, so I hate to take a guilt trip over that. Could anyone have done the same, or is cultural conditioning just too strong in the direction of various choices that keep people on the edge of poverty forever... or are the wrong things being rewarded & punished in the first place? What's wrong? I just don't know, and maybe now's not the time to try to figure out the cure to the social ills of the nation. I feel like a limp noodle. Limp, limp, limp noodle. Damn, "limp" is a weird word, isn't it.