i'm ms2 now, and i feel i conned myself into believing medicine had the ethical high-ground, scientific mission, and humanitarian ideal that it always claimed. i bought into the generic kindergarten morality of 'helping people' when I never asked myself if it's worth helping people, being born, or even living life at all. i'm convinced that the only moral activity now for physicians in postindustrial society is performing abortions, vasectomies, physician-assisted suicides, hysterectomies, and shutting down fertility clinics. The only way to reduce misery on this planet, short of nuking ourselves, is to prevent as many people as possible from ever having to exist in the first place. Maybe suicides will prevent other sensitive intelligent people from falling into the glimmering trap of corporate medicine - ready-made prestige, reflexive parental/social approval, fistfuls of hope & money jammed down our eager throats, and the promise that we won't be 'wasting' our lives as sycophants, con artists with phony smiles building fortunes for insurance companies; we are fools, and our lives get wasted just like everyone elses. No redemption - no salvation; just meaninglessness stretching beyond the horizon in every direction... i don't see why there's not more nihilism in medicine - maybe i should start a 'human extinction' interest group at my school... ...and i, oddly, had such intractable optimism at matriculation - everyone said i was going to make a great doctor: i believed them essentially because i was willing to, once again, trust the same smiling charlatans that sold me the lies of santa claus, freedom, progress, and God. Now i'm so angry at myself that i want to destroy everything i've built, because what i once thought was a palace - turns out to be a prison that i built for myself alone. All of my dreams have turned into nightmares; i swear i'll never hope for a 'better life' again.