What about starting a F**** Club

Only true cinephiles and pop-culture nerds will get what I’m talking about here. This is about that club where the first rule is… well, you know.

Hear me out.

Don’t you think we’ve become so soft and cautious in our daily lives that we’ve lost the thrill? We’re constantly worried, always calculating every move.

This morning, I had a minor incident on the road. A bike coming from the wrong direction brushed against my handle. I knew he was in the wrong, but I didn’t stand up to him , he just yelled and rode off.

And I felt like such a loser.

You know how in that movie, just a few punches gave the narrator so much confidence and a sense of manliness?

What do you think, should we actually start something like that? Or should I just stop sleeping and wait for my own Tyler Durden to show up?