andomness Abounds... writing in format of FIGHT CLUB narration, u havent seen movie? u won't get this. ONE SHOT
single-serving coffee, single-serving cream, 1 pack of sugar, 1 set plastic cutlery, 1 plane ticket to god-knows-where. This is what I do, I travel from country to country, keeping up business contacts for the main branch in New York. My company is this big-shot dealer in custom car parts and sales, you want that new engine type they only manufacture in Hong Kong, you come to us...Its a paycheque...a damn good one...but do I have 'job satisfaction'? I don't know, probably not, considering I'm never in one place long enough to make too many connections, and those I do make are short-lived. The people I meet on airplanes, these are my single-serving friends-we have our time together from take-off to landing, then we never meet again, that's it. Finished. Final. This type of life is not what you'd consider a 'calling', you just 'fall into' it, like those people with careers in fianance-those people couldn't find a decent job in any other business sector- people in finanace never meant it to be their career-they got stuck on the wheel, and are too afraid or too indifferent to jump off, make a new start. I'm sick of this job, but I can't leave, cause I like the lifestyle it affords me too much-bachleor apartment,complete with the living, dining, bed, and bathrooms looking like they materialized directly from the pages of an IKEA magazine. Am I happy? Hell yes. Can I live with myself? No. No way...the hum of al I own lulls me to sleep at night-hence my newly-aquired sound machine-u no the ones that have those ocean and wave tracks to sail you to sleep on a wave of fake noise?-to block the hum out. Am I fulfilled? Not even close. I long for completion, I am broken and something is missing, driving me to aquire numerous posessions to find what I lack...not even meditating and balancing my chakras helps, the penguin my 'power animal' laughs at me, while repeating 'Slide', as he does just that on the ice and sails away. I hate my penguin...
Jack is still on the search for something, Tyler only complicates matters, and Marla Singer is a freak, but is Jack actually healed when he blows off half his jaw and gets rid of Tyler Durden for good? I dunno, the fire is still smoldering, and I am just Jack's rage...