How many people can actually say they have a narrative from their experience that follows along exactly to the lyrics of the song Possum Kingdom by the Toadies? I wonder if she even remembers me?
Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who’ve ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.
— Tyler Durden
Greatest media never heard: Fight Club. The book and the film. You had two chances to “get it.” To hear it. You chose to pass on the truth. There was more than just a societal commentary in that book and film. The movie presented a philosophical call to action that you let consumerism suppress. You… The audience… Failed. You did nothing. You only consumed more. Assumed it was just another piece of consumption and let it become catalogued into the canon. What’s also contemptuous is that you proved its point by proving that it is just fiction. You failed by not acting or waking up. This IS your life, and it IS truly ending one minute at a time. Congratulations, you worthless fucking consumer.