История из Японии о наших мотивациях Когда то...

Story from Japan about our motivations

Once upon a time in Japan, I had terrible stress. So that I began to weigh 75 kg, I could walk in one pajamas all day and not wash for 2 and 3 days. I didn’t even brush my teeth. And then I didn’t even want to live.

Upon learning this, my Japanese friend led me to one clinic. And she said that there is one interesting procedure after which life changes as if born again. She came for me, so I went in my pajamas and in home slippers with her. I went to the center in this form. On the head is a muzzle. In Japan, they do not pay attention to you at all. At least go naked. They don’t care about anyone. Everyone is busy with his thoughts. And they have no habit of looking at people in vehicles or on the street. So many people are free.

They came to fill the paper. So I go there, and there in the middle of the room there is a coffin. The doctor asked some questions. They gave me smart clothes for a suicide bomber. I changed clothes, ordered to go to bed and feel what the dead feel when you want to leave. Here is the button. Press it and we will let you out.

I lay down. There was a strange smell inside. But flooded with refreshing. Soft satin. Bright color. Beads on the pyrometer of the coffin. I lay looking at the coffin. Inside funeral music played. The faint light from the room was visible from the crevices.

Then I hear as if they were carrying me out and loaded into a car. I start to click on the button. She fell off. I start calling them and resenting that I didn’t pay for it. And finally not oh @ did they eat for an hour. Then we drive about 10 minutes. I'm already suffocating a little. Then I hear the unload command. And they let me down on the ropes to the ground. And I hear the earth fall on me on top of the coffin. And the voices became muffled. I am already beginning to yell in hysterics with my whole voice. Mother in Russian. Empumy. There are a million thoughts in my head. That I got to the sectarians. They are killing me. Aum senrikyo fucking. Gandons who hate foreigners. And most likely, a Japanese Girlfriend conspires with them. I will kill the bitch. I'm really being buried. I started squealing even more like a pig in a slaughterhouse and kicking. And the worst thing I started to choke. I sobbed and snot flowed down my cheeks, poured into my ears. From hysteria and fear I pissed. From the cramped quarters, I could not even wipe the Face. I lay like a log. Hands at the seams. In a tight hump. It stank of urine inside. I thought, Lord, I do not want to die.

It was terribly crowded. Stuffy. And there was nothing to breathe. My head began to spin. I felt that I was starting to freeze. I pissed the whole coffin and lay wet in my urine. Cold land, I thought. I sobbed for about 20 minutes. And already lost consciousness. The condition was terrible. She began to understand Gogol and remembered that maybe he woke up in a coffin and was dying like I was here.

Pictures from the past immediately surfaced before my eyes. How I gave birth and held my daughter in my arms. Her first steps. Her pigtails that I braided every day. Oh god, I completely forgot about my daughter. Because of his imaginary depression.

I remembered that I had stopped calling my mother at all. I remembered that life was so beautiful. That life is wonderful. And here I am dying in a coffin. And my beloved Japanese are killing me. Which I idolized. Oh, the Japanese. Eh bitches. And then the door opens. I watch I am in the same room. This coffin is the illusion of death and is fully computerized.
I still cried for about 10 minutes. I barely calmed down. Their material.

Girlfriend is laughing. They gave me a video of my "death." Inside the coffin were cameras and everyone was recording.
After this procedure, I lost weight, got prettier. I fell in love with life and more thought that I do not want to live, Or I have no more depression. I don’t want to go there anymore. I want to live here now. Here. And you will love life. "

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