Life doesn’t always seem so easy when you’re going through multiple situations that seem to throw a wrench in your plans. I always saw life as somewhat casual. My life for the most part had been fairly easy going. The term comfortable comes to mind when you think of how some may have been living their own life. The idea of comfortability can really be defined in binary terms. Either you’re comfortable and happy to be where you are (a level of comfortability that seems to feed into a constant state of living without having to worry) or being comfortable and being stuck where you are (the concept that seems to assume that the idea of comfortableness itself is uncomforting). When you want to break out and do something to end that staticness that is life, people tend to err towards being different. I think the only thing that is important is that the choices we make, crazy or not, will always implicate what we define our comfortability level. Either breaking our mold or reaffirming it.