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I’m so f****** stressed out

If you can’t tell by the title, I’m so F****** stressed out. I don’t even know what to do anymore. I feel every single emotion at once. Anger, frustration, sadness, adrenaline, excitement, fear, and the list goes on and on. Leaving high school, I never thought college would be this stressful. Everybody always says “Oh, college is so much better. Just wait.” Well, it looks like I’m still waiting for college to not suck as much as it does now.

There are way too many things to juggle in college. School work, home work, work work, social life, family life, trying to figure what I want to do with my life, and so on. I’m stressed out all the time and I don’t know how to turn my brain off. Attempting to do all of the stuff on my to-do list is frustrating and annoying and I wish I had someone to help me. But I realize that most of the things I need to do are things I need to do myself, things that I need to accomplish on my own. That doesn’t change the fact that I hate it and I wish it would all just stop for a little bit.

Do you feel like stress is grabbing at you? Photo from pinterest
Do you feel like stress is grabbing at you?
Photo from pinterest

Being an adult is terrifying. Who knew that having all of this responsibility for my own work and for myself would be paralyzingly stressful. High school and other experiences try and prepare for what college has to offer, but no experience can truly depict what it feels like to be in college. It feels like you’re constantly running a marathon but you don’t know what you’re running towards, what the end looks like. You just keep running and running because everybody else is. But what is the point of it all?

I’m still trying to figure out my purpose in life, why I was put on this earth. I still don’t understand why we are put through the experiences that we are and what lesson we’re supposed to learn from it. I don’t understand life or what it all means, and I probably will never find out. But what I do know is that everything does have a purpose and a meaning. College is supposed to teach us something valuable and everything happens for a reason.

The truth behind The Gallows

Haunted Houses are not what they used to be. Instead of old-fashioned jump scares and innocent unchained chain saws casually brought very close to your face, haunted houses are now full of derogatory name calling, references to rape, and physical abuse.

I was excited to attend The Gallows, but unfortunately I was left disappointed and upset.

I went to The Gallows Saturday night, and was filled with excitement and nervousness of what as to come. I saw Beetlejuice, a guy with a huge bald head and a never ending smile and two sets of teeth, and Mr. E who always loves to tell the truth.

These characters are always fun because they walk around while you’re waiting to go inside, hyping up the atmosphere. They are always fun to talk to and are usually respectful and simply funny.

The Gallows also had a side show full of crazy acts who swallow swords and staple dollar bills to their chests. The people outside the house are nice and just want you to have a good time. Inside the house, however, is a different story.

Are you going to the Gallows? Graphic from Fear The Gallows
Are you going to the Gallows? Graphic from Fear The Gallows

You enter into a corn field. This part isn’t too scary. There are a few jump scares here and there, but it isn’t too bad. However, once you enter the school bus, it’s begins to get uncomfortable.

I enter the bus behind my girlfriend and was met with strobe lights and a man wearing a bandana standing on top of the seats. He turned around and a sadistic smile appeared on his face.

He jumped toward us and put his face right next to mine, breathing heavily and sniffing my hair. He moved behind me and shoved me so hard that I ran into my girlfriend in front of me and then fell to the floor. I was so shocked at this action that I sat down and tried to hide my embarrassment. We left the bus and made our way out of the cornfield to the house.

I was so afraid of what was going to happen next if this is already how it begun.

We entered the haunted house with a hard kick to our hands and butts. As I was shaking my hand of the pain, this large man in a butcher’s apron began taking above his array of human meats on the table, specifically looking at my lower region and stated “and I’ve got some good pussy meat.”

I felt extremely violated and wanted to leave immediately. He kept touching us on our way out. These types of interactions continued throughout the entire haunted house. We saw scenes of rape, more than once, and derogatory terms being thrown at us every 5 seconds.

I can’t tell you enough how uncomfortable and angry I felt walking through that house. I wanted it to end the second it started.

The Gallows, obviously, isn’t for everybody. Some people might enjoy what I experienced, feeling as though it’s scary and funny.

I, however, felt upset and empty afterward. I would never go through it again. There needs to be improvements and reevaluations on what crosses the line between haunted houses and torture chambers.