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 |    Not for the faint of art. |
Yet another "JAFBG"  [XGC] prompt.Tell us about a time you stepped outside of your comfort zone. Did you enjoy it? Would you do it again? Every time I travel, I step outside my comfort zone (which is about a three-mile radius centered on my house). Oh, sure, there are times I can step back in, even when traveling. Most of the time, I feel at home in a brewery or brewpub. I speak the language, I mostly fit in (more on this in a later entry), and I can be pretty sure I'll enjoy the experience. Sometimes I don't, but even that is a data point for me. The most recent time I did something I don't normally do, I wrote about in here. There's a local corner dive bar in a small town in Minnesota, and while I spent a lot of time in dives when I was younger, it's not something I usually do these days. I'm pretty sure I described it as "a return to my roots," but I'm far more comfortable, now, in hotel bars or breweries or other, slightly fancier, establishments. I mean, the place was a pit. They kept the door open for ventilation, so flies were a thing. A few sad locals sat inside, contemplating their drinks. The pizza on the buffet (uncomfortable enough by itself during a pandemic) had been there for hours, and the salad bar was... well. The less said about the salad bar, the better. I ate both the pizza and the salad anyway; I've had far worse, like a corn dog that had been sitting under a lamp for days in a gas station in northern Nevada. Don't do that, by the way. Not recommended. Nevertheless, the owner/bartender was friendly and helpful. My vision has deteriorated to the point where I can't read the names on the beer taps or the labels on the bottles behind the bar (in other words, this is a Crisis and Something Needs to Be Done), but he helpfully conveyed their information to me as I sat at the bar, squinting. A bit of an aside: I usually have a workaround for that. My near-visioin is still pretty clear, so often, what I'll do is take a picture of the taps or the bottles with my phone, and hold the phone up close to my face to read the words. At this point, you may be asking "But Waltz, how can you drive if your vision has gotten that bad?" Answer: prescription sunglasses, and prescription clear glasses for night driving. They make everything clear on the road, but in the dimness of the bar, the sunglasses' darkness keeps me from properly reading the labels. And since it was full daylight, I'd neglected to bring the clear prescription. So, no, vision wasn't an issue when I had the accident; I was wearing the sunglasses and it was daytime. Anyway, point is, usually I do the trick with the phone (it also serves as a helpful record from my travels), but in this case, I didn't want to be flashing around a brand-new Samsung in what was obviously an economically depressed area. So... bartender. Speaking of comfort zones, I've lived most of my life with near-perfect vision, with only a slight astigmatism to deal with -- this was only a real impediment to stargazing, and I never even noticed it in my daily life. Later in life, I learned to deal with needing reading glasses for computer work and books. Now, in the space of two years, I've gone from near-perfect distance vision to not being able to read beer taps from across the bar. That's uncomfortable, and I don't like it. But venturing into a dive bar as someone who Ain't From Around There? That was uncomfortable, but I ended up enjoying it. They even had some of the more widely-distributed craft beers, so I wasn't limited to crap beer or water. (I may descend into dive bars, but I still have standards). As for "Would you do it again?" -- the thing about doing the same thing again is it becomes part of your comfort zone. Maybe not immediately, but with enough repetition, even the most foreign experience becomes commonplace. So, would I dive into a dive again? Sure. But I think the real question is, "Would you step out of your comfort zone again?" And the answer to that is still yes. At least, yes, once I buy a car again, which I might just put off until after cataract surgery. Which itself is so far out of my comfort zone that it might as well be on a planet orbiting Proxima Centauri, and an experience that, once I have it, I doubt I'll be in any hurry to repeat. |
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