I'm pretty new to ATS but I feel like I was born into something strange, for lack of a better explanation. When I was a kid I supposedly had an
imaginary friend that I made my parents look for, for days, after he went away - I don't remember anything about it at all other than what they tell
me. I used to have all kinds of really random strange dreams that would wind up happening, but they were never about things going on with the rest of
the world, only things that happened to me and my family. It doesn't make any sense to me at all. I swear the house I grew up in as a kid was
haunted, I had an experience of my own in my bedroom, and woke up another night to my sister screaming.. only to discover a "poltergeist" in her
room. Because of this stuff going on around me, I was always fascinated with the paranormal and unexplained. Back in the 80's when I was a kid in
Christian School - my parents made me and my sister go because we were always getting into all kinds of trouble.. I remember sitting together with a
group of friends at lunch in our own little "club" and always talking about ghost stories, aliens, and all kinds of other stuff - now that it's
over 20 years later I don't even know where half of these people are anymore. (I switched schools 2 times, left Christian School when I moved in 5th
grade) I have no clue what the name of them is anymore, but there used to be this entire collection of black books, covering pretty much any strange
topic you could think of - growing up I'd go to the library downtown, and check out 5 or more of them at a time, then read them all.
I feel like I'm already going way off topic and turning this into a really long boring story, but after all of this I went thru brain surgery at 17,
then went off to college. For a while I pretty much thought I was going to die young from cancer so I "partied my brains out" and stopped spending
my time worrying about the paranormal.
Then 9/11 came in 2001, and I stopped caring about college completely... I remember sitting there glued to the TV all day long; when the planes hit
the buildings, everyone was just getting up and ready to go off to class. One of my room mates at the time was in the military and Flight 93 pretty
much crashed in his back yard. As soon as saw where that plane came down he took off like a bat out of hell and drove nonstop all the way to his house
as fast as he could. When he finally got back to the college, we found him out in the living room sitting on the couch by himself crying like crazy -
after we got him calmed down enough he told us how he just spent days picking "body parts out of the trees" in his backyard.
Shortly after this I was completely done with college, I spent the next couple years doing nothing but enjoying life. But then reality started to kick
in. I soon found myself working all kinds of jobs - some that I liked a lot but didn't take serious, and some that I hated waking up for. Needless to
say I didn't spend my time at any one place very long... this led to me getting back into the paranormal. I used to get home from work then stay up
all night just so I could watch X-files and The Twilight Zone, whenever I saw something interesting that I never heard of or thought of before I
immediately jumped online and read everything I could find about it. This pretty much went on until I got fired from my last job- which I actually
took seriously and thought was going to be my career. The place I was at knew it was getting shut down and started firing people one by one for any
reason they could; for me, I was hit by a drunk driver one day on my way to work which led to me swearing at a supervisor for writing me up after not
being in to work on time... no joke. But none of that even matters anymore, as far as I know the building no longer even exists. From there the only
work I could find was temporary jobs thru employment agencies set up by the local government. After doing these for a while, and getting laid off on
average every 3 months, I got sick of it.
Now I'm almost 30 years old and stuck living with my crazy parents.. and have no idea where I'll be 10 years from now, and the normal person will
just use this against me - but deep down I really do believe the entire world is in for a lot of suprises soon.
The "normal" everyday 30 year old is focused on paying their bills and their families - almost everyone I graduated highschool with is married w/
kids.. but they also don't worry about, realize, or even care that the United States is in debt by over a TRILLION dollars, or that the CEO of
whatever company they work for is putting hundreds of millions, if not billions, of dollars into their pocket every year. That is, of course, assuming
they're employed. You'd think with all of the economic problems going on today people would stop pulling out their credit cards every chance they
get... but no, they just keep doing it and making the problems that are here bigger. Eventually, the current system will not be able to fix itself
anymore; and I don't think it's going to collapse 100 years from now...
I apologize for my long boring post, I hope I didn't go too far off topic.. but hopefully there's at least one other person out there reading this
that feels the way I do.