Fuckism: Life’s slap doesn’t always come dressed in tragedy—sometimes it shows up as heartbreak, herpes, or a stubbed-ass toe. Either way, it’s a wake-up call, not a curse.
You think the universe is punishing you?
Nah, motherfucker—it’s ringing the bell.
And it’ll use whatever it has to:
- That breakup that shredded your ego?
- That nasty little rash that made you rethink your choices?
- That toe-stubbing moment that made you scream like you got shot?
That’s not pain. That’s a prompt.
A rude-ass, no-warning “get your shit together.”
Life ain’t subtle.
It doesn’t send emails.
It slaps—with whatever you’ll finally pay attention to.
So don’t waste time crying about the pain—
ask what it’s trying to show you.
Then move.
Max Ren truth?
Some people get messages. Some people get whispers.
But if you’re stubborn, you get herpes and a table leg to the foot.
Wake the fuck up. Life don’t tap—it slaps.