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The Definition of Irony?

Here's the deal.  I'm still not at liberty to discuss the full details of my current health insurance situation out of respect fear of how the people in charge of making decisions that affect my life may react.  I'd rather not pour gasoline on this fire, so I just have to sit tight.  But as I've teased before, it's an incredibly dumb situation.

Like Kafkaesque dumb.  Like Joseph Heller Catch-22 dumb.  Like... really fucking dumb.

It's an absurd experience full of misinformation, disinformation, disinterest, dead ends, and a lot of nitpicky interpretations of policy that don't actually really apply.  My major source of comfort right now is that no human lives hang in the balance - even if things go completely wrong, nobody's going to die.  We'll just be bitter and poor(er).

Google informs me that this is "absurd."  Fits my mood pretty well, though.  Thanks to Lisa Gray for painting and the Alaskan State Museum for hosting the pic.
There's so much irony here that I have to share.

Y'see, a couple years back, I started writing the first draft of what I'm currently calling "Secondhand Souls" (Formerly "Copay," which was formerly "The People That Live," which was a completely new reimagining of a basic premise of "Project Zero").  It's a dark comedy thriller with a science-fiction twist about a world where people must buy their souls.  And it's also meant to be a not-particularly-concealed satire on the concept of health insurance.

I drew my inspiration for the first draft primarily from my politics, but not necessarily from too many real-life experiences.  There just wasn't that much that I had to deal with in my life up to that point other than general annoyances: bad web design and glitches on the Healthcare,gov website, long wait times on the phone, seemingly contradictory policies and information distributed to me in a not-even-close-to-timely fashion.  These were all symptoms of an imperfect system, but nothing was so serious that it was necessarily deadly or life-ruining.  It was just frustrating.

Then I put the novel on the backburner for awhile to focus on other matters, but I committed myself to revising and finalizing the story in 2015.  I feel like it's one of my stronger premises and something that is a little more marketable than I Need a Job.  I also have this ambiguous and bloated dream that it could be socially important, but that's a whole other self-servicing rant.

Anyway, the point of all this is that I'm currently worried about debt and hardship, but the situation is one of the best sources of inspiration I could ever have for "Secondhand Souls."  Almost every step of this debacle has informed every open question I had regarding possible story arcs, characters, and thematic resolutions.

So what if it turns out that things do go south for me with my insurance, but "Secondhand Souls" becomes a huge hit?  And what if the thing that ends up rescuing us from debt is a book about the debt?  What if that ends up being the thing that kickstarts my writing career?  Would I have to look back on this situation and begrudgingly thank The System for being so bad?

And if all of that happened, what would this post look like to people who read it after the fact?  Will people fifty years from now read this and think, "Wow, what a prescient dude?"

I'm sure I'm kidding myself, but it's hard not to contextualize things like this in the dream narrative of my life.  It feels like that moment at the end of Act I when the premise kicks in and the protagonist hears his call to action.

So... who else has an insurance horror story?  Anybody get totally screwed on a technicality that technically shouldn't have applied to them?