MrBeast Wanted to Quit!

One of the worst experiences of my life that I actually made me, for like, a couple minutes, unironically want to quit was like, you know, I filmed all day internationally, like, didn't have much sleep, flew back into America, and you have to do customs. And, like, the line is just like, zigzag super long. I'm like, hoodie up, staring at the ground, like, you know, no one talked to me. I haven't slept. I'm like, barely seeing straight, like, because I was so sleep deprived. And then it's just like, one little kid looks up, it's like, that's Mr. Beast. And then all of a sudden, it starts going up and down the lines, and I'm stuck in the middle of the line. It's not like I can go anywhere. And everyone's just running up and down the lines and asking for photos and tugging on my hoodie and being like, whoa, what's your next video? This and that. I'm just getting, like, 17 people are talking to me at once as I have, like, this one hour queue in a line. And I was just like, I don't. I can't stand this. And I got to, like, because it's zigzag. So I got the end of one of the zigzags, and I called one of, like, TSA people over. I was like, can I please just, like, go stand over there? Like, a pilot's going by. Can I just go to the pilot lines? Anything? And he's like, no, we can't do it. As, like, little kids are tugging at me. I'm like, if, man, it was a woman with blonde hair. I was like, please, anything. Like, I'm dying. Like, I. I really don't know what to do. And she's like, oh, well. And so then I just, like, went and hid in a janitor's closet. I just had my friend hold my spot online, and he texted me when he got to the end. But, you know, I'm just sitting in this janitor's closet just hiding from a mob of people for, like, 45 minutes, sleep deprived. And I'm like, is this really what I wanted? So it was pretty miserable.