Fight Club speak- Confessions of a deranged mind
What happens when you have been living without identity for your entire life save the past few months. You crave affirmation from time to time, the cocaine that reassures you that this is the life you deserve and ought to strive for. You look around for it in the beginning in food, television, fantasies, every lazy indulgence which you have taken refuge in. You watch movies like fight club expecting vicarious pain to bolt you out of the nauseous stupor that suffocates you, slowly numbing you….And you think of all the opportunities that you have missed. You wish that you were harder in mind and spirit. But you are not. You are the ever pervading dark spirit that is never acknowledged. The leper that everyone hides within himself fearing the consequences of giving vent or even expressing the uncontrollable energy that strains against the barriers that you have placed with society’s sanction. And you don’t know what the hell you have to do to feel alive again. But you can’t find the strength to be alone. Since you choose your identity from the people that surround you, you feel deprived of air and slowly decay. Even the same kinds of people don’t satisfy you. And you imagine your deliverance in the hands of the one person you can’t get to or ignore. Nemesis. I want to breathe.
P.S.- Inspired by Edward Norton's character in Fight Club
