Are YOU comfortable?
I’ve been trying to figure it out lately what I should be doing. It’s not really a “recent” issue of mine, since I suppose I’ve always been trying to figure out what it is I should be doing. Isn’t that what we’re all doing anyway? Figuring stuff out?
I read an article recently about the definition of being “comfortable”. And should I say, this article was a BLOG post. Just so we’re clear. The only “articles” I read are from Huffington Post or from the links my “friends” post on Facebook. And I like using quotation marks (which, ironically enough, does not need quotation marks) because it helps definitively define a word that may otherwise seem blended into a sentence with hardly any meaning at all. I like to emphasize things, for I feel as though people will perk up at the sound of urgent tones just mocking the brazen ear to come closer, listen a bit harder and hear what it is that’s actually being said. So bare with me, for I only use them when I think it’s necessary.
And STOP. For just a moment. THIS: Billie Jean guitar instrumental by Sungha Jean. Find it, somehow.
With that being said, this idea of being comfortable was brought to my attention and, like the effect so many blogs have on me, I was intrigued. It was a recent conversation between a mom and a daughter (something I can totally identify with) about what being comfortable means to them. The mom insisted that routine meant happiness because routine means you’re comfortable where you are, while the daughter insisted that routine was making her uncomfortable and also – unhappy. I can identify with the daughter.. and the mother. But that was the struggle. You want routine because you “think” it makes you happy, but when you finally get it, you’re tired of it and want something different. C’est la vie! shall we say. The blogger is younger than me, but we’re both at a stage of “the drag” in routine. The despair of constant familiarity and “going through the motions” like a robot is enough to make any egg crack. But from what I’ve heard, this is your 20s. And from what I hear, the 30s are pretty awesome and I’m pretty sure you can start to make the routine work for you. That’s what I’m hoping for anyway.
My idea of “comfortable” is not exactly an idea of comfort. I want to be FANTASTIC. I want to be IN AWE. I want to FEEL things and experience THINGS and wonder if it’s possible to ever feel that way again.(?) It’s a big question and not an easy answer. Some people can make this happen for them. I struggle with it. I call myself a “hippie at heart” but then wonder where the hippie is. I see myself being somewhat “corporate” because my day job requires me to be. The same with my photography because people still “expect” something of me and what I can bring to the table to what – impress them? What can YOU offer us? What can YOU give us? What can YOU do that will benefit US?
Attitude like this has given me my own set of snappy vibes. In the cold, hard world of give and take, you eventually want to take a bit more, because you feel like you’ve given so much. And when it comes to giving emotionally, we as a human race are emitting 200% emotional backlash out on to the world, and how is it possible to live.. no – scratch that – be HAPPY in a world that demands so much and takes even more when given the opportunity. It’s like driving in LA – give a little and someone will take that much more. Assholes.
You could assume LA has made me one cold-hearted little bitch but really, that’s just who I’ve been all along. I’ve been “comfortable”. If I were something other than “comfortable” I wouldn’t be this. Right? What “this” is is comfortable. I do want something outside of the box, and I want excitement, adventure and the unknown. But my guard IS up, and I’ve created safety nets for any failures I might have, and… I’m comfortable. But yet so UNcomfortable, i.e. stressed, that I just keep trying to figure out what it is I should be doing.
And here we are again.
I just know – life ain’t easy. This is it, whether we’re comfortable or not. I like to think I’ve got it all figured out, but more problems will come my way. If I were religious in the preach-it-sister way this is where I’d say this is all God’s doing and it’s a test of will. Because if you can get through this, you can get through anything. The end result is the same – religion is just a name for it. The way life doesn’t deal happy cards all the time means it’s a fucking test and we are making it pretty far, in my opinion. Not all of us, but those of us – like me – really have nothing to whine about. COMFORTABLE?? First world problems, my man. (Wine to my left, iPhone playing music to my right, fan circling around behind me, dinner being prepared very soon, a party out by the pool tonight if I feel like going, a bed to sleep in, a pot to piss in, and lot freakin’ more that makes America the biggest spoiled brat in the world). Hi wine, I see you’ve entered my system.
I’m actually just happy to be writing. That makes me comfortable, and is like Bob Marley to my fingertips. No, woman, no cry.
Every little thing, gonna be alright.
(there’s the hippie)