fight club, huh

2 November, Thursday
4:50 pm

I just finished reading Fight Club. Read most of it today only.
Okay, I know it’s a cult classic. All these quotes and ‘Joe’s *insert whatever*’ floating around. I had already decided that if I’d watch the movie, I’d read the book first. Now, I’m not even sure if I want to watch the movie. Usually if I’ve already read the book, I don’t watch the movie.

It’s about materialism and consumerism and all, right? Okay, so I did get that from the fact when he says that everything in his house was him.. sth along those lines. The condiments, the sofa and all those things.
I don’t know what to make of it. What the take away was. I’ll read online what the ‘moral of the story’ was (so to say), but first I’ll write what I think about it.

I had read last night on reddit in some thread that this book shows the importance of having a purpose in life. But how, where?
He did live a monotonous life, day in day out. Work, home and his little condiments in the refrigerator.
He did die in the end, right? Then how is he still narrating in the chapter 30.

He was frustrated with his life. The same monotony of everyday life. He sought a release (?); going the remaining men together thing, the support group where he cried. That was his release. Catharsis of sorts, to let it all out, the pent up emotions.
Marla, she went to these groups bc it made her feel better about her life(?) That she didn’t have it all that bad. That she was still alive(?) She did live vicariously though, did she? No, I guess not. Tyler Durden did.

I just want sth to tie it all up oh so perfectly. It seems so rough around the edges in my head. The thoughts are messy and just floating around.

The narrator is a nice person. He’s a coward (?), maybe coward’s too strong a word here, he’s just passive; like so many others going through the drudgery of their lives, not seeking something more, anything. Hasn’t had a father figure. I think this is all bc of not having a support system, a network of people one can always rely on. Maybe bc people live isolated lives, with no sense of belonging/belongingness.
Was the world actually so cruel? For him to develop an alter ego, not against the world though, but against a class, a strata of society.  The so called privileged ones.
He needs an out, he needs something, something which makes his life meaningful. So he wages this war. A war against who though? The previous generation, the affluent? Who?
Maybe the fight club did give them all a sense of belonging, a brotherhood of sorts. A place where they just are, where they aren’t defined by their age, their names or anything. It’s just who they are. And they fight, they just fight and let it all out.
And I think his so called army, so many people want to join it, bc it gives them a higher purpose, at least makes them think so. To do their bit?
Oh yes, it gives them power. Power to make their own choices. That they can make history?

It also reminded me of how some groups, not good people groups, brainwash young people to join them (like the space monkeys?). And say that it’ll fulfill their purpose in life and other bullshit. Utter total bs.

I was just wondering, so does that building actually get blown up?

That’s all.


Exams! Yeah, again.

11 September, Friday
11 am


Hey. I am alright. And yeah, exams from monday, once again.

I studied a little, very little, here and there over this week. High time I get serious, but once again who am I kidding?

It’s the same cycle every effing time. At least, I had the realisation a bit earlier than when I do every time.

Don’t you worry! All’s under control. Dreaming of a second life (pathetic), when I ain’t living the first one perfectly. Of course, I’m no batman. Haha 😀 Batman.. things I think.

Old habits die hard.

Anyway, I’m hungry. Will grab something to eat. Take a bath and start with the ‘studies’. (I woke up pretty late today, 10 am).


It’s 11:20. Had breakfast just now.

Might be having a lazy attitude. I really don’t know. Anyway, I’ll get going now.

Wish me goodluck. ‘Great things await me’

Everything is falling into place.

Love you loads.. Muaahhhhhhh

P.S: You’re beautiful. Smart. Kind. Charming. Just be happy. I won’t say be the way you are, because as we of know I’m not the best person someone could be, full of flaws and all. So, strive to be a better better person. Polish. Tweak. Refine.

The world’s your platter. Have fun! 😀

Maybe Someday

13 December, Saturday
11:40 pm

Maybe. Someday.

I’m in love with it 🙂
Finished reading the book just now. Yeah, despite the fact I have an exam in less than 48 hours (to be precise, 34 hours).

One of my friends messaged me a few days ago, urging me to read this book. It’s on the goodreads list. A good book.
I started with it, read a little less than half, on Wednesday. Picked it up again a few hours ago and couldn’t stop until I finished reading it.

Ridge and Sydney. It was just so perfect what they had. They were so in sync.
It feels so good, like a warm rush of feel good hormones after reading a happy ending.
Personally, I’m a big fan of happy endings. Who isn’t? 🙂

There was this quote :

‘Sometimes in life, we need a few bad days in order to keep the good ones in perspective.’
-Colleen Hoover, Maybe Someday.

It makes sense. Well, of course. It’s true. You won’t come to know the good in your life until you have something to compare it with. Something not so good to make the good ones worth it. To make you value it.
The author puts it across well.

I was just smiling right now.

Life’s good. Touchwood*