Comfort is glorious—I regularly indulge in it—but I take care to resist its siren’s song by balancing it with discipline, for I am wretched and miserable when caught in the throes of comfort.
Dirty Sci-Fi Buddha
Musings and books from a grunty overthinker
Dirty Sci-Fi Buddha 
What makes you more miserable: being in the throes of comfort and realizing it, or realizing that the comfort is gone when it’s gone?
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Being in the throes of comfort. Because when it’s gone, I know it’s only a matter of time until it comes back. When I’m trapped in its throes, I can’t get what I want done because I’ve grown too attached to it.
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Oh my! Wretched and miserable… if ever you visit, I’ll make sure to make it as uncomfortable a stay as possible. 😉
Keep writing my friend. 😀
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Moo hoo ha ha! It’ll be a pretty sweet game of cat and mouse! I’m about to get cracking on my books, so will do! 😀
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And this is exactly why I do not buy pints or almost gallons of ice cream. I crave the comfort and indulge, but if it was always close…I’d be sicker than Bitefighter after nibbling too many pizzas made of dubious ingredients.
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I actually enjoy being a blob for a day. I go hog wild on saturdays, haha!
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I don’t believe you!! You looked way to comfortable jumping around in your tighty whities making me wretched and miserable lol
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Haha!
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I’m with ya!
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So true!
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