Are you addicted to your comfort zone? A good way to find out is by observing as you either attempt to, or put off handling the hard or uncomfortable tasks in your day. We all have to do them, and for the most part get them done (this is an assumption, but I am supposing that because you’re functioning and contributing to society at large, you’re checking shit off your to-do list even when there are devil emojis next to the tasks). But what happens when we get caught in those black holes that prohibit us from doing the things we need to do? Like we’re existing, but with 50-pound weights attached to our legs?
In this week’s episode of Monocycle, I mention a recent phenomenon (which is not actually a phenomenon and is exclusively a figment among my own mental objects) related to addiction. But not addiction in the way we’ve come to know it. This is about what it means to become addicted to your own comfort. How to identify it and ultimately, what to do to break it. (Good news! The first step is awareness).
But that doesn’t matter right now, we’re high tailing it the fuck over to Memorial Day Weekend. You can do whatever you want.