Fight Club Monologue

I am over protective. No, I am not Lancelot outside the palace doors; nor am I the bouncer keeping minors from entering the club. I am scared I will lose what I love and become jealous when someone is too friendly -- and I might even be said to be jealous. I am not jealous because no one has what I want, I have what I want. Which is you. I care too much, I begin to get frantic and worried. The world spins and I feel nauseated when I think about losing you to another girl. You're perfect to me and without you, my heart becomes foul. It cringes and it seizes and it squeezes inside me, then sometimes I get dizzy and I see the stars in my mind like I've rubbed my eyes for too long. It’s not because I rely on you, so I act as a constructive member of society. I have been hurt too many times to lose someone again. That is when I do become the bouncer at the club, blocking the sixteen-year-olds from entering. I build the wall of China around me so I can’t have someone to drop me. I trust you, and I love you, …show more content…
I want to hide you from the world so you can only be seen by me. That is selfish. I crave being the only one who looks at your glistening brown-hazel mixed eyes, fluttering after a few blinks when you say “I love you.” You tell me over and over to not worry, but I have become my worst enemy. You still see me as imperfectly perfect. You say it makes me human, but I know from time to time I become too much to handle. I only do it because I care. I care about you than my life. It is certainly far-fetched but I feel it, I feel it as legitimately like a stab wound. It is real and it has happened. I over-love and over-react and overwork myself. Surprised you aren’t over me yet. I must mean a lot to you.
Realizing what I am, makes me want to change, it opened my eyes and I finally can see the problem. I need to learn how to manage when things go wrong. There is no reason to feel afraid because you have done your job. You have protected