I just don’t want to die without a few scars
Walter with his signet ring shakes my hand, wrapped in his smooth soft hand and says, “I’d hate to see what happened to the other guy.”
The first rule about fight club is you don’t talk about fight club.
I tell Walter I fell.
I did this to myself.
Before the presentation, when I sat across from my boss, telling him where in the script each slide cues and when I wanted to run the video segment, my boss says, “What do you get yourself into every weekend?”
I just don’t want to die without a few scars, I say. It’s nothing any more to have a beautiful stock body. You see those cars that are completely stock cherry, right out of a dealer’s showroom in 1955, I always think, what a waste.
Now, I get the concept of too much caution, and I know that if you want to make an omelet you’ve got to break some
heads eggs, but I’m not the only one who thought, “I can own the shiny car and have adventures, too!”
Let’s back it up and think about an inner journey, like the simulated travel that can happen inside one’s self when reading a book or seeing a movie, or, more importantly, the inside view on outgrowing childhood. For those sorts of evolutions, maybe we can’t bring along the shiny car or the signet ring, because those things are too tempting. They’re “expensive,” but getting them is a matter of cheap logistics – make the payments and you’re in – evolution and self awareness are not factors. Given the choice of bleeding for a dream or making payments on a cherry convertible, who wouldn’t stop to caress the convertible? Better not to tell your inner Walter about that car, or even think of signet rings. On the inside, the first rule about fight club is you don’t talk about fight club. Don’t let the shiny car come between the raw heart beating inside and who you think you are.
As Tyler Durden put it in the movie, “I say stop being perfect, I say let… lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may.”