The First Rule of Fight Club

The first rule of fight club is, you do not speak of fight club. Fight club is an illusion in itself. You weave every thread of reality into the fabric of illusions and sew it layer upon layer until it becomes a great comforter, a quilt to suffocate the pains of reality. Each breath upon birth is a gasp of pain and suffering without one's realization. Sometimes, the physical pain that you are inflicted with merges with the metaphysical ones, that one does not differentiate one with the other. Maybe that's why I run in marathons, and work myself to the death in gyms. The pain is much relished.

Maybe that's why I am not a religious person. For one to continue this existential pain into eternity, it is an abysmal nightmare that knows no end. No amount of love can cover that. I am a disbeliever of love. I believe only in pain and suffering. Happiness is a temporal relief.

The Boss is Always Right

It is a classic case of command and control, or rather, commanded and controlled. It is much of a nuisance that people do no bequeath that trust, and remove that autonomy for no reason other than pure idiosyncrasy. You are just a worker and you do not question authority. No wonder school sucks. The job sucks. Everything is institutionalized, even sanity. You just smile at it all and drown it in hedonism to mitigate the situation.