The Very Uncomfortable Comfort Zone

Lately, my comfort zone has grown rather uncomfortable. My comfort zone is like that guy whose car broke down in the middle of the road. Although, he knows that it is only a manifestation of his own negligence, however, the strangers pushing his car—assisting him in restarting it, do not have the slightest clue. They are genuinely concerned unaware of the fact that he does that on a regular basis.
For him, it is a comfort that there is not much chance of their meeting him again. Even if they did, he can always pretend to not recall them. That would be pretty easy.
What if the helpers found each other some day?
The comfort zone is pretty uncomfortable.
Told you, didn’t I?

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