I had never planned to become a savanna baboon when I grew up; instead, I had always assumed I would become a mountain gorilla.

As long as experiencing your optimal level of good stress doesn't damage others, it's hard to objectively define where normal enjoyment of stimulation becomes adrenaline junkiehood.

Most of us don't collapse into puddles of stress-related disease.

It's probably even the case that if you stoked up some Buddhist monks with tons of testosterone, they'd become wildly competitive as to who can do the most acts of random kindness.

Give lab rats oxytocin and, according to that meme, they get better at talking about their feelings and sing like Joan Baez.

What happened during the minutes before? That's the realm of sensory stimuli of the nervous system.

We live well enough to have the luxury to get ourselves sick with purely social, psychological stress.