Volume CXLVI: The Tuesday Tell a Vision Edition; Fight Club, Part VII

Hello every One and welcome to Part Seven of Our Fight Club Interpret A Sean, thank King You for joining Me. Our nameless Hero and his new Friend, Tyler Durden have been continuing their weekly fist fights out back of their local bar and have found many others are interested in participating. Fight Club is ‘unofficially’ Created.

Our hero continues to show up for work every Monday morning looking slightly worse than the week before – but none of his colleagues have the courage to say anything to him about it. Although he doesn’t mention it in his narration of events leading up to the gun in his mouth, he grimaces with bloody teeth when asked a question in a meeting but says nothing. It is clear that Our hero is aware he makes his colleagues feel uncomfortable and that he finds it empowering.

“It was on the tip of everyone’s tongue, Tyler and I just gave it a name.”

The Nameless Hero, Fight Club

They begin showing up at the bar just as it is closing down without even bothering to purchase a drink – they are only there to recruit and fight. An employee of the bar is one of the participants and the arena moves from the back parking lot to the basement of the establishment. Every evening, Tyler welcomes the participants and announces the rules.

Gentlemen, welcome to Fight Club. First rule of Fight Club is, You do not talk about Fight Club. Second rule of Fight Club is, You do not talk about Fight Club! Third rule of Fight Club: someone yells stop, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. Fourth rule: Only two guys to a fight. Fifth rule: only one fight at a time, fellas. Sixth rule: No shirts, no shoes. Seventh rule: fights go on as long as they have to. And the eighth and final rule: if this is Your first night at Fight Club, You have to fight.”

Tyler Durden, Fight Club

Our nameless Hero continues to narrate as the first fight of the night begins, commenting on how ‘Ricky’, a guy from his work couldn’t remember whether he was to order blue pens or black, but was ‘like a God’ while he trounced the maitre d’ of the local food court. Clearly, Our nameless hero is not just intimidating some of his colleagues at work, he is also recruiting them.

The next scene shows Our nameless Hero back in the office on Monday morning, more and more of his co-workers with black eyes and fat lips going about their morning as if everything is perfectly ‘normal’. He’s not only recruiting People, he’s giving them a sense of Purpose and strength.

“A guy who came to fight club for the first time, his ass was a wad of cookie dough. After a few weeks, he was carved out of wood.”

Nameless Hero, Fight Club

We notice Our nameless Hero transforming, though We are not sure if it is for better or worse. In their first meet at the bar, Tyler offers Our Hero a cigarette and he declines, “I don’t smoke.”.

We see him walking with Tyler, both of them smoking in unison. They can’t help sizing up every individual they look at, wondering what it might be like to fight them. A lot of men (in particular) walk around with a chip on their shoulder, trying to intimidate People with a look – or perhaps how they carry themselves. Usually, these are the kind of men who’ve never been in a real fight – a man who knows his [True] Self does not need to prove it to anyone, and that’s what this evolution in Our character is really about.

We get a bit of a clue as to what is really going on when Our Hero gets beat rather badly in one of his fights and ends up in a hospital for some stitches.

“Sometimes I’d let Tyler speak for Me…” (narration of Hero)

“I fell down some stairs”

Our Hero, telling doc what happened

Then, Marla Singer calls Our Hero in his new, dilapidated home. Remember her? This is the woman who is apparently responsible for all Our Hero’s problems, the one who interrupted the therapy groups that allowed Our nameless Hero to sleep. She knows he hasn’t been attending his therapy groups because she cheated and went to some of his after they had agreed to split them up. Now she is on the phone telling Our hero she has taken enough pills to potentially kill herself, though it’s probably just a cry for help (her Words).

You can tell how impressed Our Hero looks to be receiving the call. As Marla rambles into the phone, Our Hero sets it down carefully without hanging up so she Will think he is still listening.

Then Our Hero has a dream (or a nightmare) where he is sleeping with Marla and awakens with a start. As he makes his Way to the kitchen to start his day, he notices Tyler’s bedroom door is closed and the toilet is filled with condoms.

As Our Hero enjoys his breakfast he hears Tyler enter the kitchen and begins to tell Tyler that he won’t believe the crazy dream he had last night, only to discover he is talking to Marla who replies,

“I can hardly believe anything about last night!”

And just to top it all off, she says it with a seductive tone that implies Our Hero was also her Hero last night! And Our Hero is clearly confused. To make matters worse, he replies with, “What are You doing in My house?”

Marla is clearly offended and storms out, just before Tyler emerges from his room.

Alright, that’s almost 1000 Words for this week and a perfect time to end this instalment of My Fight Club interpret a Sean.

Thank You very much for joining Me, I am still on something of a hiatus until the New Year so not sure how many Posts I Will publish over the next few days, though I do plan to Publish something for the ‘New Year’ on Freelance Friday if not before.

Hope and Trust You are all well.

Love and Blessings,