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.