Idiots keep telling me to “get out of my comfort zone.” This is a terrible idea. Why would I do such a thing? My comfort zone is, kind of by definition, someplace where I very much want to be. But what is especially insipid about this trite advice is that it assumes I am in a comfort zone in the first place. I haven’t even seen a comfort zone for about 14 years. Saw a couple of illusions, but just when I was starting to stretch out and relax, they disappeared. So no, I don’t need to get out of my comfort zone. I need to find it, and then I need to fortify it and stay in that bastard as long as I possibly can. I ain’t leaving unless I’m overrun and dragged out.