Fight Club

by Chuck Palahniuk

It’s easy to cry when you realize that everyone you love will reject you or die. On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone will drop to zero.

This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom. If I didn’t say anything, people in a group assumed the worst. They cried harder. I cried harder. Look up into the stars and you’re gone.

Then you’re trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you.

"If you don’t know what you want,” the doorman said, "you end up with a lot you don’t.” May I never be complete. May I never be content.

If you can wake up in a different place. If you can wake up in a different time. Why can’t you wake up as a different person?

Valley of the Dogs. Where even if they don’t kill you, if someone loves you enough to take you home, they still castrate you.

Dogs. Monkeys. Men. You just do your little job. Pull a lever. Push a button. You don’t really understand any of it.

We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, "No, that’s not right.” Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can’t teach God anything.

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