It would be a place where you can loosen yourself up, a place where others will aways be here to support you, and where we will always watch each others back!

Just ask yourself, how many true friends you’ve got, friends you can always rely on? Not much, right?

This fight club wouldn’t be just about physical meeting, after all, we all live in different areas. We could chat online, and organise groups all over the world. What will be done in that gropus will be discussed inside the groups, but all groups will be connected, like brothers..

So, who wants in?

Second, I totally hear you. After you’ve gone through the mill, it’s like you get this “fuck you” attitude because you’re no longer untested. It’s interesting what real adversity will do to your perception of small adversities.

Oh, and let me add that I’m not claiming to have faced real adversity. Even my biggest terrors are nothing compared to tons and tons and tons of people. But I did face some hairy stuff that made the little things feel like nothing.

I had a very, very bad 6 mos, many moons ago. My boyfriend kicked me out. I had no way of supporting myself. The roommate I lined up to share a rented house wimped out on me the day before we signed the lease, and I had no idea if I was going to be able to even pay the rent. I was ok for a few months. Then I got offered a job, which I took, and worked my ass off, 80-hour weeks for 2 mos, only to learn the boss was a conman. I’d had the contract checked out, fuck yeah, I wasn’t stupid. And his story checked out. But I didn’t check bank records.

So I worked myself sick. And I didn’t get paid. I didn’t have any money.

My ex-boyfriend stole my car. (In a legal way, I couldn’t reclaim it.)

Then I got mono.

I could barely sit up and brush my hair without passing out, and I was constantly on worthless antibiotics because the doctors misdiagnosed me.

I couldn’t work for months, so my last remaining freelancing client threatened to sue me.

I came within a hairs’ breadth of being evicted.

My mother angrily told me that loaning me a couple grand would be “draining her dry,” after spending $10s of thousands on my lazy, good-for-nothing brother for things he didn’t need, and buying a car for his wife who didn’t even know how to drive. So that’s when I realized my own mother wasn’t on my side.

I only got to keep a roof over my head because a casual online friend decided to up and give me $1000.

Yeah, that was the worst 6 fucking months of my life.

And you know what?

I cried. I screamed. I pounded the bed. I sulked.

Then I scrimped, I sacrified, I took a shit job, and I clawed my way back.

And it turned me from a scared little middle class girl who was constantly terrified of unnamed MINOR failures, to a battle-scarred warrior princess who knew she could take ANYTHING.

I’ve never read Fight Club; I only saw the movie. But now, of course, I have to read it, because it sounds like my story, too.

I admit, Johnny, I’ve always thought you were flippant. But maybe that’s because I only read you when you were being flippant. (Don’t get me wrong – I like your brand of flippant.)

But this story — cuz I’m self absorbed — moved me.

Just wanted to let you know.