Some people read horoscopes and find relevance in them that seems impossible to ascribe to coincidence. (Have I written something like this before? Yes!)
I think I now know why a disproportionate number of outgoing links on this website point to qwantz.com: Ryan North, author of Dinosaur Comics, is my Tyler Durden. He stays up late at night to organize underground boxing clubs and terrorist cells write webcomics that relate to my real life. The evidence has been accumulating for some time.
To wit: I explained to an otherwise-enlightened friend just yesterday that dukes is a fairly standard synonym for fists; today T-Rex and friends discuss other options. Last week, T-Rex asked himself a question that I had a reason to ask myself on the same day: “When you break up with someone, can you still be friends?” (He also answered the way I would have: “Yep! SURE CAN!”)
It goes on and on. A couple of weeks ago I found myself in a discussion of the shortcomings of supposedly meritocratic hiring systems (how can they possibly know?); the next day, T-Rex wondered the same thing. The Monday before that, when I called in sick to work, T-Rex complained about feeling under the weather.
Coincidence is an insufficient explanation.
Tyler Durden and “Jack”; Ryan North and me. The correct answer to a standard SAT question.
The difference is that, in the big revelation scene, my Tyler Durden will not say, “I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I am smart, capable, and most importantly, I am free in all the ways that you are not”; he will say, “I write webcomics the way you would if you were more clever… and wrote webcomics.”