The Comfort Zone

Getting out of your comfort zone. How do we even get comfy anyway? Is it just that we’re lazy in some cases? I think so. We don’t want to work at getting comfortable. But why should we? Why would we want to work at something that is unpleasant? For instance, I’m an introvert. Everyone I work with is an extrovert. I feel like I need to conform, and not only because my co-workers tell me to. I’d like to be more extroverted, but what I consider rude, like interrupting other people’s conversations, is the norm in my work environment. I also think eavesdropping is rude and then commenting on what you’ve eavesdropped about is also rude. Am I living in another time? Is that the norm everywhere now? What happened to good manners? Waiting for your turn to talk? And, I’m not loud when I talk. I’m sorry, but I just don’t see the reason to talk loud enough for the person in the next room to hear. Maybe it’s because I value my privacy and I want to give others the same.

I think staying in my comfort zone is also a symptom of the fear to fail. Well, duh, right? We only want to do things that we are good at. I’m not good at talking to a lot of people at once. I can talk to my close friends and husband until their ears fall off, but I reserve that just for them! But why? Because I know that they won’t judge me? Actually, I know they’ll judge me; but I know they won’t stop liking or loving me because of what I say. So in my case, I guess I’m just afraid people won’t like me. But so what? I’ve had plenty of people not like me and I’ve survived.

Okay, maybe I am just lazy.