Choke

by Chuck Palahniuk

I mean, how many times can everybody tell you that you’re the oppressive, prejudiced enemy before you give up and become the enemy. I mean, a male chauvinist pig isn’t born, he’s made, and more and more of them are being made by women. After long enough, you just roll over and accept the fact that you’re a sexist, bigoted, insensitive, crude, cretinist cretin. Women are right. You’re wrong. You get used to the idea. You live down to expectations. Even if the shoe doesn’t fit, you’ll shrink into it.

nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because nothing is as exciting as your fantasy.

“Maybe sex and affection aren’t mutually exclusive.”

it’s amazing what a woman will read into it if you by accident say, I love you. Ten times out of ten, a guy means I love this.

It’s pathetic how we can’t live with the things we can’t understand. How we need everything labeled and explained and deconstructed. Even if it’s for sure unexplainable. Even God. “Defused” isn’t the right word, but it’s the first word that comes to mind.

“Anything you can acquire,” she says, “is only another thing you’ll lose.”