Life Sucks – Stress.


I’m Max. A state of mental or emotional strain or tension resulting
from adverse or very demanding circumstances. When the world hits, it won’t hold back. As soon as you see the thing that’s gonna harm you then
it’s best to post up as fast as you can because it’s gonna hurt. More work, less rest, as always. More chores manifest, as always. So sore, so stressed, as always. Max sits in his room, trying to record
audio for “Life Sucks – Stress”, then there is an ass-load of people on Twitter
calling him a lying and fake piece of shit because he made a fucking video acting as a mean
person and a tiny amount of his fans took it seriously. Then theres a few people on YouTube calling him
out and trying to expose him for said video, because it unintentionally drew attention
towards the individuals in those videos. Then there’s the handfull of incredible yet
vulnerable friends on Skype & Discord, constantly messaging him for help because
they are dealing with a cataclysmically horrifying and destitute set of potentially fatal issues involving
the worst that life could ever bring to a person, like abuse, disorders, death,
depression, self-harm and suicide. Then there’s his dad disgorging poor
names of his mother in the adjacent room. Then there’s his sister crying and brutally blasting
music in her ears to hopefully blanket the yelling. Then there’s his dog barking at the noise that the
retarded man keeps bawling throughout house. Then there’s his gorgeous girlfriend
sobbing in the Skype call in front of him because she sometimes seems to
believe that her face is hideous no matter how rapturously and
unbelievably beautiful she actually is. And even when all of that is not enough there’s still all of the bills he has to pay, all of the
computer and Internet issues he have has to fix, all of the work he has to do, all of the favors he
has to hold, all the friends he has to support, all the famility he has to visit, all the idiots
he has to ignore, all the people he has to talk to, and all of the everything that ever entered
his eyes and ears that has to be dealt with I’m gonna kill myself. Of course I’m not, I say it to make me feel better. But that may not be the case for some of you. Even when enough is enough, it’ll still
keep piling up and flooding out, until an overflowing calamity of barbarically,
catastrophic strain scorches your hypothalamus, driving in slews of adrenaline,
blood pressure and a fast heart rate. It’s fight or flight time, but it’s too late
to be a Neanderthal hunting animals, so instead we contemplate suicide. Isn’t that just what we need? And even if that’s not the case, you won’t dare
hesitate against the notion that stress sucks. My heart desperately wants to
vivaciously force its way out of my chest, while my throbbing brain
begs to explode on command, as I take in all of the information
vividly resonating around me, essentially putting its lips to
my eyes and saying: “You are fucked, Max”. No, fuck YOU. If my mind is strong enough to make my
arm want to shove a letter opener on my neck then by that logic, my mind is strong
enough to keep that on from doing that. Mental stress is just like physical stress.
If I can’t do that push-up, do I kill myself because of it? Of course not. I can rest and try again, I can keep pushing
until I make it, I can learn how to do it properly, I can seek help, I can use supports until I get it right,
I can do a fuck-ton of things. Just like I can do now with my mental stress,
which is why I did it with this video. Do you realize I could have just sat
in the corner of my room, and sobbed myself to sleep instead of
doing something with my pain? Do you even realize how many famous quotes
there are of turning your weakness into strengths? Do you realize those successful people aren’t blowing
shit up your ass, they’re telling you what they did? A girl was sexually molested by her stepfather while
her mother was in the hospital with breast cancer. That girl is Ellen DeGeneres. A boy is brutally being at school
and swiftly sent to the emergency room to get treated for a cerebral hemorrhage This has become normal for him. That boy is Marshal Mathers. I can go on all damn day! For any of you who don’t believe me and
aren’t willing to see it that way, fine. Just fucking close this video now. Let yourself loose while the rest
of us keep moving forward. Excuse my French, but fuck that! You guys get what I’m saying? I’m recording this video right now because I’m so
fucking stressed and maybe because of that I’d be able help one of you. My damage is for your advantage. Because for me, I am at my absolute
weakest and worst when I am under no stress. It’s nice to relax, but I imagine y’all are
the same, if you’re still watching. If we had no conflicts or problems,
then guess fucking what? We’d be vapidly bored out of
our anguished minds so much so that we would
realistically kill ourselves at that point. Stress, challenge, conflict, struggle. It’s good for us. It’s make us better ourselves. It allows us to evolve. It turns our weak bodies and brains into
some of the most powerful tools we have. So as you’re facing that demon within you, smile at it, because it wants to help you. You just gotta do something with it, all right? However just like physical stress,
if it’s way too much weight, it can crush you and it can kill you. Lucky for you, you’ve got everyone else
here on Earth who’s going to lift it with you. And suddenly it won’t be so have anymore. Y’all do the same for me
and I’ll do the same for you. I expect you ought to do the same for
each other, so don’t worry about a thing, ’cause it’s going to be okay. Hi there! Hahaha, I’m just realizing as I’m typing this
that this footage may be a bit patronizing. Sorry about that, I just wanted to make it
more interesting, not treat you like a baby. My deepest apologies. Anyways, this is the part where I’m supposed
to express my gratitude and love for y’all. THANK YOU FOR WATCHING. I’m trying to think of better ways to end
these videos than just “Thanks! Love you! Bye!” But in the meantime, take the fucking thank you. On the topic of stress: it really
does go hand-in-hand with fun. Otherwise life would be boring without conflict.
That’s like the whole point of movies, books and videogames. And life. To persevere. By the way, on the “Skype and Discord” part, do not
be afraid to speak to me. I love talking to you guys. I just need it to be understood that I can’t answer every
message or invite. There’s thousands of you and only one of me. But of course, I’ll do my best. Take care everyone. Until next time. Toodles!

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