So on the way home, "This is Your Life", from Fight Club, kept running through my head. With a few edits.
Original text in normal font. My edits in bold.
And you open the door and you step inside
We're inside our hearts.
Now imagine your pain is a white ball of healing light.
That's right, feel your pain, the pain itself, it's a white ball of healing light.
I don't think so.
This is your life.
Good to the last drop. doesn't get any better than this.
This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.
This isn't a seminar and this isn't a weekend retreat.
Where you are now you don't need to imagine what the
bottom will be like.
Only after disaster can we be resurrected.
It's only after you have lost everything that you are free to do anything.
Nothing is static, everything is appalling, everything is falling apart.
This is your life - it doesn't get any better than this.
This is your life - and it's ending one minute at a time.
You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
We are all a part of the same compost heap.
We are the all-singing, all-dancing gimps of the world.
You are not your illness.
You are not the doctors you see.
You are not the pills you take.
You are not your physical therapy.
You are not your chronic pain.
You are not the side effects you suffer.
You cannot give up. You cannot give up.
You have to realize that someday you will die.
Until you know that you are useless.
I say let me never succumb.
I say may I never be complacent.
I say deliver me from crippling fatigue.
I say deliver me from insurance companies.
I say deliver me from condescending doctors and pharmacists.
I say you cannot give up.
I say evolve, and let the chips fall where they may.
This is your life. It is going to get better than this.
this is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.
You have to stand up. You have to fight back.
I want you to hit me as hard as you can!
Welcome to The Gimp Squad. If this is your first night? You have to fight.
*curtsey* Now I must go do more medical crap. (Then I get breakfast out at the Crown Cafe, because I deserve it.)