Auto Pilot and The Comfort Zone

If anyone believes in that horoscope jargon, I am supposed to like: excitement, travelling, and new things. Which of course is the total the opposite of me. I like routine, I like mundane, I like boring. Thanks for Martha Stewart making domestication a cool thing. I like flowers, arts & crafts and baking. If I didn't have such bad allergies and asthma I would be growing hens outta my backyard so I could harvest their eggs for eating and throwing at those annoying paper sales guys who knock on my door.



There is also work. I may complain, and get sick of the same old shit. But you know, I am in "The Comfort Zone"
You know what I am talking about. You pretty much know everything that your required to do to a point that your mind goes on auto-pilot for 8 hours. It's great, it's routine, it's mundane. It leaves extra time for a space in your brain to think about other things. Now those "other" things are up to the individual, food, kids, pooping, remembering to take the pill, that chick in accounting is hot and she would look great bent over her desk with her knickers around her ankles....You know basic "back-of-the-mind-bullshit"

Sometimes my weekends are more stressful than a work week. Weekends aren't planned and are up to the gods kinda thing. I do most of my cooking on Saturday, and Sundays all I wanna do is watch Animation Domination on Fox and eat my 3 chocolate bars. (BTW did anybody watch American Dad where the wife wanted to make the husband "happy with her mouth" then proceeds to blow raspberries on his stomach? That was funny shit) But then sometimes it's fun to actually get your brain back into gear and do something out of the "norm" This mood only happens to me occasionally.

I wear "The Comfort Zone" blanket like it's keeping the boogie man away. Maybe I am afraid of sticking my neck out and doing something different in the cold harsh world. Who the hell knows...Who cares. I am talking about the Auto Pilot syndrome; It's so much fun to go in to Auto Pilot and think about making snowflakes on that crappy website I saw.....Or maybe I should just go with those tab curtains in the breakfast room...... I also have no idea how that chick keeps her hair curly and so long without it going all frizzy...... Why the fuck does my boss have so many vacation days she must have been here for a bazillion years.... Same with my doctor I don't think I have seen her since I was pregnant 3 years ago, now she is always on vacation.... Maybe those paid vacations are from those pharmaceutical companies, so she will prescribe more Alleve for those 25 year olds who are sexually active club-hopping whores and drink more alcohol than a fish drinks water.... I wonder if they use a condom every time they have sex.... Man latex condoms are really irritating, don't those whores get yeast infections.. I wonder if they have an orgasm every time too...

Anyways I did hi-jack this idea from a daily email that's forwarded to me, but I didn't read it because it's philosophical and too intense for work. I just read the title of it and filled in the blanks with my own thoughts...Which are more exciting and interesting because I am so self-absorbed.... anywho, I think it was mostly about the comfort zone in relationships or invading a co-workers personal space bubble while they are surfing the internet for pictures to apply to their blog (what the fuck do you want now??!!!), Or allowing the customer to rape your soul while you still keep the "smile in your voice". Well, maybe I am talking about things that make you go "hmmmmmmm" but mine has more swear words, which makes it risque I suppose.