Fight Club

          How many times have you been over whelmed with anger that you threw a valuable glass vase against the wall? How often do you scream out loud or curse and swear everyone around you? Were you ever so upset that you broke your hand while smashing a glass window? Probably your hand got all red with blood and had to be covered with a million stitches, but the fact that you breathed out the anger just satisfied you. Sometimes, even all these aren’t enough. Sometimes, all you need is to beat up human flesh to calm down. Sometimes your red eyes are overfilled with unescapable rage. Sometimes, you loosen your tight nerves with your first smashing someone’s nose or ribs. That’s why Fight Club was invented, a way to let out your anger on somebody, but he’ll do the vice-versa the other time.

          In Fight Club, your anger drives you mad as you kick, punch, and hit very hard your opponent. You can cause any damage you like to him; you can break his nose, arm, and leg. You can twist his arm ; hit him on his back or ribs. You can violently smash his head to the wall without him doing anything back. You get satisfied after letting out your anger as he gets moved into the hospital.

          After he gets completely cured, that is if he gets all cured, he gets to do the same to you. Less or even more, it doesn’t matter, as long as he gets all that he wants with you. No one is supposed to hold a grudge against the other or fight back. It is not acceptable to fight at the same time, since in the first place, only one of you is facing a problem that’s getting him angry.

          Yes, there were rules concerning Fight Club, but rules to only be broken. Our human nature does not roler ate this action and we can’t sit still while the other ends our life. Neither are you so calmed down while the other beats the hell out of you in rage. You too have problems of your own, you too have rage that needs to be let out. A rage that can’t wait another two weeks for your wounds to be healed. So you fight back, you jump out of your seat and twist the arm heading to your nose, you can’t take it anymore.

          Fight Club ; the bonanza of brutality, got destroyed by those who established it. Well, of course that fate was inevitable concerning the purpose of the club. Simply, its logo was ; I’ll beat you to death, but you can beat me to death as well. But we are humans, not machines. The actions we commit are reprehensible when we do them angrily. Since one’s anger blinks ones vision, we ought to shut up and tie ourselves to chairs until we reason ourselves and jump back to the world of reality. Any leak of anger is a flame of danger.

Dina Issam Lizeik

Grade 10                 HOME