Lately, Tyler Durden describes my life better than anyone. If you've never read Fight Club , you need to. If you've never seen it, you need to rent it. Or own it. And even though I will still probably struggle (like most) to get out from under the bullshit of economic status, I am still happy that I crawled out quicker and less scathed than most. You buy furniture. You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled. Then the right set of dishes. Then the perfect bed. The drapes. The rug. Then you're trapped in your lovely nest, and the things you used to own, now they own you. This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time. If you don't know what you want," the doorman said, "you end up with a lot you don't." "It's only after you've lost everything," Tyl...