We've all been there, late night, have something to say, and the words stuck in our throats like some anesthetizing pill from an Alice in Wonderland remake gone Plathian nightmare--what, not you?  Well, let me tell you how I feel -- "don't interrupt me; that's not what I said at all. Why are you taking my point out of context--and who the fuck would upvote this shit!?"

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Engagement is when our psyches forget the plan and act--fight or flight swirls into one all encompassing narrative: "I'm right, I know it, and you're gonna know it too--"

http://images.starpulse.com/Photos/Previews/Fight-Club-movie-05.jpg


The problem, the interesting problem, occurs when there is no one left to fight, when everybody agrees on the main points and sings kumbaya en masse--this is where things go to die, where we shuffle off our mortal coil and drink a nice full glass of koolaid. "I've found peace, goodbye, world."

http://catchquotes.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/9-Fight-Club-quotes.gif

It's in the act of fight or flight that we feel alive, this is where our senses get engaged, and we take off into new directions never thought possible: Hiroshima nightmares and internet awe.

"If it's easy, everyone would be doing it." Yes.

http://rayedwards.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/04/fight-club.jpg


If you want inner peace, that's a slow opioid death or sitting in a cave for fifteen years contemplating the nature of rocks-- "that's hard...."