My Comfort Zone

 

It’s grown smaller over the years.  I’m not even sure it can still be called a zone, it’s more of a small area.  I believe some of the reason for it shrinking in size is television.  After years of seeing cop shows, police chases and detectives trying to figure out who done it, I start to think all that chaos is taking place just outside.  Why would I subject myself to all that?

The only other option for entertainment comes from the drug companies.  Everyone you see is smiling and playing with other people who all have these moderate to severe diseases and are taking unpronounceable medication with side effects far worse than the original symptoms.

I believe it is television itself that requires medication.  A daily dose of  inspiration, followed by a rigorous routine of creativity will alleviate the Monkey-see Monkey-do programming.  Ask your technician before starting any such program. 

Remember, if you’ve forgotten what show you were watching because the string of commercials has gone on for so long you can’t remember, your television has already been infected.   Unplug it immediately.  Throw a blanket over it and call your sponsor, or talk to a friend, read a book while there’s still time.