Comfort Zone

For as long as I can remember, I have been bullied. 

It made me quite introversive.  I became a quiet individual that avoided

problems and did not like bringing attention to himself. 

Years of both physical and verbal abuse caused me to create and operate within a

mental boundary.  By abiding to a set of strict rules and behaviors, I created

an anxiety free environment that allowed me to properly function within society without a sense of risk.  In this way, I avoided all that wished to do me harm. 

What I just described is what is known as the “comfort zone”.  We all do it. 

We all have our own reasons for doing it.  It creates an unfounded

sense of security. Going outside the zone sets in a sense of panic.

In my case, it made me miss out on a lot of things like

friendships, experiences, romances.

It’s taken long and arduous years but I have finally stepped out of my comfort zone.

As someone looking from the outside, I’ve noticed that the world revolves

around said comfort zones.

What you choose or choose not to do depends on what you are or are  not

 willing to do. 

As someone who has stuck to their stuck to their comfort zone for at least 20 years,

I can understand.  At the same time though, it’s frustrating. 

I want to meet new people, go on adventures, and have new experiences. 

I want to laugh.  I want to cry.  I want to live.

However, the vast majority of people are perfectly content following

 their mundane routine.  And it sucks.  It’s tiring.