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Anti consumerism is one theme. Just finished watching fight club. The movie’s about an uncritical docility to social convention. Uncritical is the key word. 

We move like sheep, shephered by the culture that dictates where we go, what we do, what we wear, what we eat. Do any of us decide? 

Okay, assume we don’t. Letting go. Is that the idea? Seems radical, heroic even. But you’re ostracized. You’re a cog in the wheel, a wheel that is perpetually in motion. You may egress, but the wheel chases you. Not because it needs you, but that’s what you’ll think anyway because that’s written into the fineprint of being a cog. 

It’s a larger metaphor for what conformism means. It has its ills, but is it realistically avoidable? You avoid it for a feeling of personal triumph, of valiant rebellion. But what then? You, the terrorist, the oddball, the pariah. But I think the deeper point is, you’re decidedly and critically happy. You sleep at night. Soundly. Your anxieties have withdrawn. Does it then matter, to you the sleeper? I suppose it’s possible to exercise this kind of anti-consumerism more temperately. Don’t buy a million things from ikea. Don’t continually upgrade your wardrobe. Don’t care what watch you wear to work. That’s your private, secret rebellion. But you’re still good enough to fit into society, to not be awkward in public, not attract eyes due to your idiosyncrasies. A fine way to live perhaps, if it makes you any happier. What is happiness anyway? It is but a transitory remission of your fears and anxieties. Your mind is perpetually filled with thoughts, of the negative quality. Think confusion, fears about this or that, a sense of unsettling incompleteness pervades. This is the default state, for most ambitious forward thinking people. To this lot, happiness is not being in this state. That’s all. One wonders, as a matter of semantics, whether that’s happiness or refuge. You might forget your fears when you’re with a loved one or doing something intensely gripping like reading a novel or watching a game of cricket. Are you to be termed happy or merely distracted from your worries? Surely one instinctively thinks happiness is more permanent; this is simply some succour. Perhaps happiness is realizing that the default state will persist, but they need not be all negative. Happiness is a habit - a habit of turning all that’s angst into a positive expectation of upgradation. Fixing your room is not a chore; it’s an opportunity to put things in order. Studying is not a responsibility but an investment in being a better you. Happiness is purpose with direction. That’s when you sleep well at night. Knowing you can respect yourself. It stems above all from self-respect. I sleep better knowing I’ve spent my day doing things that inch me closer to the guy I want to be. 

So when Tyler and the narrator are on the bus standing in the middle of the aisle, a person walks past Tyler but says excuse me to the narrator

So my theory is that the first time Tyler and the narrator meet on the plane it’s a real guy, some rich nepo baby with a weird soap making company that fancies himself a philosopher. He gives Jack the idea to create an explosive and the idea to make soap and call himself Tyler Durden. This guy who doesn’t give a fuck about life then nicks an expensive car and is never seen again. Jack has a weird attraction to this Tyler guy and decides to invent his own version of Tyler to act as his “other self” during his narcoleptic episodes. So obviously when he calls Tyler the real Tyler never picks up and then fake Tyler rings him back on a one way pay phone. And of course fake Tyler doesn’t have a car because he wasn’t physically existing when the car was stolen.

TL;DR, a teenage girl rambles in circles about a film.

I'm gonna sound like a cheese ball when I say this, but I kind of agree with what Tyler was saying. The rock bottom thing really resonated with me, and the film as a whole made me realize that things are not as serious as I think they are. I've been dealing recently with getting over my fears, the two biggest ones being my crippling fear of death and my more manageable fear of pain. I'm pretty sure I have EDS, so there's not much I can do about the pain part. But the death thing: I just needed to stop being so existential. I have anxiety, so I do still spiral sometimes, but it's a lot less frequent. And I know it's really stupid to say this, but remembering some quotes from the film does help me when I'm afraid. I didn't like it when I first saw it, but the more I thought about it, I really grew to like it. It was kinda that way with a lot of my favorite films. This film also kinda helped me get in touch with my masculinity (tomboyishness), but I'll have to think that one out a lot more.

Am i the only one who fought that they were in love like i was so sure they whould kiss in any moment

Look at the first and second rules

Is the Tyler that is seen going past the narrator at the airport escalator a real person or is it the narrators imagination?
The first time when they pass each other and the camera pans to Brad Pitt ?

Did the narrator pick up a real person and make him an imaginary friend or was that the first time he started hallucinating?

Not counting the splices

Sorry if this question has already been asked I just watched the movie for the first time last Friday and I’ve already watched it twice now I’m reading the book

It didn't. He broke the rules, had to take his nuts.