I don’t like it, but I am so comfortable

I used to look down upon them.

The ones who would rant on and on about their job. They hated the manager, the coworkers…the location, everything! Absolutely everything! They would toss their hands up in the air, falling into mimicry of a coworker that they hate. They would describe in detail a miniscule moment in the day’s meeting. WHY! they exclaim.

“And so…” I say “Why not…” I slowly begin…

A facial expression of acceptance would settle over their face. Fate, destiny, and ruthless acceptance. “Because I am just so comfortable.”

I think that I understand now.

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