I grasp these concept. You're wrong. But you're very clever. How's that working out for you?
You belong to a generation of men raised by women. Look what it's done to you. You are angry and want to fight. What are you fighting? Everything that's broken and doesn't work in your life? No, your father. This is the greatest moment of your life and you're off somewhere, missing it. Listen. Your father was your model for God. And if your father bails out, what does that tell you about God? You have to consider the possibility that God doesn't like you. He hates you. This is not the worst thing that can happen. His hate is better than His indifference. We are God's middle children, with no special place in history and no special attention. Unless we get God's attention, we have no hope of damnation or redemption. The lower you fall, the higher you fly. The farther you run, the more God wants you back.
Someday, you will die. And until you know that, you're useless. Look at the guys you look up to. The strongest and smartest men who have ever lived. You see all this potential, and God damn it, an entire generation is pumping gas and waiting tables; they're slaves with white collars. Advertisements have them chasing cars and clothes, working jobs they hate so they can buy **** they don't need. You are one of the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. You have no great war, or great depression. Your great war is a spiritual war. Your great depression is your life.
The things you own, they end up owning you. You buy furniture. You wonder, "What kind of dining room set *defines* me as a person?" You tell yourself, this is the last sofa you'll ever need in your life; no matter what else goes wrong, you've got the sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the right bed. The drapes. The rug. This is how you're good to yourself. This is how you fill up your life. And why is this? You were raised by television to believe that someday we'll all be millionaires and movie stars and rock stars -- but we won't. And you're learning that fact. And you're very, *very* pissed-off. You don't have any concept of what it is to hit bottom. Hitting bottom isn't a weekend retreat! It's not a seminar! Only after you've lost everything are you free to do anything! You see, you listen, but you don't get it! You have to forget everything you know, everything you think you know! And the sad fact is you are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We are all part of the same compost pile. You are not your job...you are not how much money you have in the bank...not the car you drive...not the contents of your wallet. You are not your ****ing khakis. You are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. You are a part from the same compost heap as everyone else. So, now what are you going to do? You couldn't even figure this out. It's been staring you in the face for months. Time for you to get over it all and do something to change yourself.
Props to Chuck Palahniuk.