Comfort Zones

I've been thinking about comfort zones. Everyone has them, whether it be the place they live, their current circle of friends, job, relationship, etc. It is said that change is good, and that stepping out of these zones is an honorable action. But what happens when you don't choose to step out of the zone, your whole platform of comfort slides out from beneath your feet, leaving you dangling in the air for a few seconds, then falling in search of somewhere to plant your heels? Change is supposedly good, as we grow and become more mature, experienced human beings from it. This doesn't mean it isn't scary as hell. Courage is not the absence of fear, only the knowledge of something greater. It's hard to be courageous when it seems like everything you knew and loved is falling apart, fading, or moving to uncomfortable distances. How do you optimistically find a new zone, when you had no choice about being pushed out of the last one? Thomas Edison once said, "We shall have no better conditions in the future if we are satisfied with all those which we have at present". I'm not perfectly content with the present, but it's pretty damn good. Or was. Thomas Edison was a pretty smart man though, and I hope that maybe he's right.

Pizza

Why does a round pizza come in a square box? I could understand if maybe most of the company's pizzas were square. If that was the case, why the hell would they start making round ones? What is the appeal of different shaped pizza? Its not like it will taste any different if the slices are triangular or rectangular. Maybe certain shapes are easier to hold for certain people. You would think that round pizza is easier to make, because the dough you just have to glob into the right sized balls. Or maybe round pizza boxes are really difficult to make. In which case why is the box square? Wait! If there was a round pizza box, wouldn't calling it a "box" be contradictory? It would just be a cardboard cylinder. Maybe the boxes were originally for a different product or food, and when pizza came around people just tossed it into the same box, although if that was the case why is it called a pizza box if it started out holding something else? Why don't pizza boxes have handles? They aren't difficult to hold or anything, but its a thought. They could have little notches where they would easily stack and hold together in the case of large orders and out of convenience. Hmm. This is just one of the things that go on between my ears

Katy Perry Rapes The Radio

Yesterday as I was driving away from my house, escaping the responsibilities of household chores, I switched my truck radio on. Being a mild Katy Perry fan, I chose to stop scanning when I heard her newest single "California Girls". It's a song about chicks in daisy dukes and bikinis, beaches, tiny dogs, melting popsicles, the usual perks of summer. When the song ended and commercials for State Farm resumed I switched the station to a preset. "California Girls" was playing again. Excited, I blasted it and sang along. Same vicious cycle as before. As the song came to an end once more, another preset station was chosen. "I Kissed a Girl" blared in my eardrums. "Wow," I thought. "This bitch is raping the radio". I listened to her gush about cherry chapstick and touchable female skin. Having had my fill, I switched to the fourth preset on my radio when her duet with Timbaland, "If We Ever Meet Again" floated into my ear canals and made my smallest ear bones vibrate. My fifth and sixth radio preset buttons fail to work properly. Katy Perry, you've officially raped the radio.