Fight Club

In the midst of this movie the core message is delivered by the central character (or central character once removed if you like):

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.

It’s something that stuck a chord with me the first time I heard it, and since then I’ve been pondering how to counter it? Is this outlook purely a state of mind, and if so why is it so easy to agree with and so common amongst others.

Or is it just me? the consequence of my current workload? or is it a simplistic general statement that was written to appeal to the many.

And these are the things that I am sitting here pondering at 1.22 am on a Saturday, a few beers to the good… so enough of this nonsense and to bed.

Tomorrow (later today) ponderings on why you’d want to run 26 miles, 385 yards.

Some interesting points of view are cropping up in the comment box so I’ll leave this post up top for today.

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Doing my best to find a balance.

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