The Beautiful Contradiction
We don't hate real estate agents because they're parasites. We hate them because they're mirrors. They reflect our greed, our fear, our desperate need to believe that debt equals wealth.
They're the professional face of our collective delusion.
Real estate agents aren't selling houses. They're selling absolution. They're the professional permission slip for your financial masochism. They're the human shield between you and the crushing weight of your own decisions.
This isn't Stockholm Syndrome. Stockholm Syndrome implies initial resistance. We walked into this cage, locked it ourselves, and then paid someone 2.5% to hold the key.