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people have their comfort zone.
some people feel at home in a quiet library, where others would feel intimidated by it.
some can be perfectly comfortable working on a car, where others are completely mystified.
kind of like shopping... there are the stores in which you swim through like a fish, and there are the stores in which you have no clue as to how to even begin to look around. In the latter, even when you are looking, you really don't see anything because you are still trying to figure out what you are doing there.
I feel comfortable working on, physically or electronically, computers.
I like the puzzle that they are and that they can create.
I feel comfortable on the dance floor, crowded or otherwise. I like the beats and rhythm and melodies and harmonies that move me.
I feel comfortable at the movies, in a record shop, comic book store, video game stop. I like the escape from reality and the outpouring of imagination contained therein.
I feel at comfortable in meijer, target, sam's, costco, and home depot. I like that they can possibly provide me with all of my material needs, and sometimes in bulk.
I feel comfortable at my mom's house. I like that even though I no longer live there, it still feels like home.
I feel comfortable at my house. I like that lorie and I have a place of our own - to build up and to share, even though, lately, we haven't been able to spend time together.
I feel comfortable at church. I like the gathering of people together to share faith, hope, and love.
I feel comfortable with my friends. I like that we can take two or three minds to do absolutely nothing, but somehow, still enjoy the day much more thoroughly than if spent alone. Alternatively, I like the fact that I have backup in case stuff goes down... you know, because I live in such a dangerous area.
I feel comfortable with lorie. I like that she can round me out, take the edge off my potentially uncomfortable situations, and keep me in check when I should know better but decide worse.
I feel comfortable alone. I like that I don't need to be tactful around myself. brutal honesty, outpouring of thoughts and ideas, the chance to be uncompromising, and the comfort of not having to "flex" my "style" to work with theres. I work with people when I must, because sometimes it is totally easier and much more interesting, if not fun. But, sometimes, just sometimes, I just get too tired or impatient to have to worry about your feelings every second you are around me, because frankly, during those sometimes, I'm just trying to get through the day, despite your need to make you feel special, liked, or ok with yourself. [read: self-absorbed]
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when you have people in their comfort zone, you can see their true nature. people are a little more patient and it is easier to communicate with them. people are more open-minded, although, with some, that might not be saying much. people drop their guard, if only a bit, and let things in and out that normally wouldn't fly.
people tell you their secrets, when they are comfortable.
people relax when they are comfortable.
some people say style before comfort...
I say comfort should be a part of style...
but if you are comfortable (and even stylish), that doesn't necessarily mean you are happy...
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do not mistake comfort with happiness.
happiness and comfort are not mutually inclusive.
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don't do it...
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
relax...
posted @ 13:11 by ryan in [ A journey into the mind... ]
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