posted on Feb, 25 2012 @ 06:18 PM
Salutations, ATS. I feel kind of bad admitting this, but I'm a longtime semi-lurker turned poster. Originally, I had come here exclusively for teh
lulz, totally expecting the tinfoil hat mines to be filled to capacity. Over a year later, I've realized that the "nutjob conspiracy theorists"
that subsist exclusively on a diet of coffee and fingernails are in the minority here; instead, ATS is a community of intelligent, friendly, social,
and altogether awesome people.
I live in Pittsburgh, and I work in the medical imaging field. More and more, I'm growing despondent with healthcare in this country -- not just for
the usual reasons, but just watching what it does to people, how it treats patients like case studies and such without even telling them a lot of the
time. It's a bad feeling when your goal is to help people, and the entity you work for is doing the opposite. I know this is indicative of a larger
system at play -- a corporate attitude where money is everything and the individual is nothing -- and that's probably the ultimate reason why I've
come to ATS. I'm so disillusioned and angry (just like a lot of you), and though I've known something is wrong for a very long time, this site has
put a lot of what I've been feeling into words.
In my free time (what little I have), I write sci-fi and horror stories. My favourite writers are Ray Bradbury, Philip K. Dick, and H.P. Lovecraft.
Back when my job wasn't trying to kill me with an insane schedule, I was into photography, and I had a nice little project called "Cthulhu and Me"
(which I would love to pick back up). I wish I could say more about myself, but my job has completely swallowed my life. I'm pretty much there all
the time. Relatively recently, I was diagnosed with epilepsy, and it's been a constant struggle to get that under control as well. I often joke "I
used to be a person."
I don't want anybody to think I'm the most depressing person alive, or anything; I've been through a lot in thirty years, and I'll get through
this, too. I'm a cancer survivor, and I was given about a year or so whenever they finally found it. I didn't have any options other than the atomic
bomb of chemo -- it was surprising that I even got through that. And that's just the tip if the proverbial iceberg. So, the way I see it, I'm an
Anything Survivor. If the bombs fell tomorrow, I'd probably stand up with the cockroaches, shake the dust off of my hair, and play "London Calling"
about thirty times because it was so fitting. That's how I've always pictured it, anyway.
So, that's my post. I'm really terrible at writing these things.