AAANNNDDD This Is Why We're Crazy...

Have you ever sat around in your apartment for an entire weekend, from the moment you leave work on a friday night to the minute you're rushing your ass out the door on monday morning to try and make it on time to that same hateful place? No? I have. I've actually gone LONG weekends without even breathing one bit of purely fresh-New York City-chinese food smelling- garbage thursdays- air. Why? Have I found a safe haven in between these four walls around me? Sometimes I'd like to think so; except when I do, people around me point out that it's just not... normal. Normal? Really? Hmm.

For what it's worth, nothing and no one can come in here without me allowing it to happen. The not so good part, though, is that even I can admit I've screwed up big time and allowed not so great things into my life, and that is something I can't escape, even in here.

Comfort. THIS is why we're crazy.

Too comfortable with that crappy job that lets you get away with shit so long as you put up with low pay and shitty treatment from left and right? Too comfortable to step out of your house on a hot, humid, sunday? Is the sex just too good between you and a crappy partner, or one who is less than decent to you? Too comfortable to drive or fly more than a few miles to spend time with someone you've been curious about? Too comfortable being in a crappy relationship to try something new, always with your five cent philosophy that 'it will be crappy with anyone'? Well, friend... this is why we are crazy. Comfort, although hard to find, can be hard to break away from; and once you do (or IF you do), it can leave you feeling pretty darn c-r-a-z-y.