Something’s happened to me over the last couple of months. Something that’s made me rethink everything I knew about my

Call me a little twat if you will, but I’ve decided I’m a sapiosexual. From what I understand you can’t

When I started writing this I was quarantining in the apartment of someone who lay bedridden with flu symptoms in

One of the things I quite like about the guy I’ve been dating is that he doesn’t have Instagram. Sure

It turns out that reality has everything to do with imagination and nothing to do with being a controlling asshole who confiscates phones and laptops in arguments.

I've come to differentiate between my conservative subconscious bonds with money - where I've avoided mingling with too much sleazy debt - and my more promiscuous conscious attitudes towards it - where money is my bitch and it will come to me if and when I shake my tail feather.

So what I've done is create an open mic comedy platform, which invites people who are interested in comedy to have a go and I get to be the MC by default.

It started with strangers coming together over raw cauliflower, and ended with them comfortable enough to do strange moves with their bodies together.

I've been threatened with a law suit and been homeless for half a year. I have no time to exercise and I'm dating strangers again. Life is fun, what do you think?

For the last three months of my life, for example, I’ve been workin’ 9 ‘til 5, what a way to make a livin’. Literally living my worst professional nightmare because I thought it would make me feel grateful or pleasantly surprised. Okay, whatever, I also wanted money.

How has my pea brain gone from being totally wimpy to sassy enough to make me believe I am a Discomfort Coach in the areas of public speaking, stand-up comedy and adventure? Allow me to explain.

I only consider them serious relationships if I said 'I love you,' I was over the age of 16 and they weren't addicted to meth.

This may sound like death on a stick to some of you trendy middle-class twats I'm friends with because it certainly sounds like that to me. But for right now, at this time in my life, it's kinda perfect.

I have three focuses in my life at the moment. Three very time consuming focuses that demand I be better at life than I have been the past week.

I've always thought 'love yourself' was a stupid term because it repels people who don't like wishy washy hippy dippy bullshit.

People enjoy my honesty in my storytelling, which is splendid because it's one of the higher values I carry with me in this strange world.

The first time I ever had sex with someone who I wasn’t in some sort of relationship with had me

I don’t know how many gigs you have to run before you’re officially a comedian but I’ve done two, so

I live out of a suitcase. I don't even own the suitcase. It's borrowed, much like everything else of any tangible value in my life; accommodation, vehicles, mouthwash.

Dreams take a lot of persistence and neglecting of toenails. But if you're determined to make shit happen, here are five guiding principals to start.

Apparently I’m that into clowning around that I wildly went and registered to do Triple J’s Raw Comedy competition. Dying inside.

I scrounged around for drama workshops on the sunshine coast and voila! I found one to kick my nerves back into action and totally get me out of the house.

There’s a time and a place for overbearing confidence and that’s primarily in the toilet.

I've decided to go out each week and ask five strangers different questions about comfort zones. This first week was kinda a flop.

Even if I hadn't ever spent endless weeknights binging on straight vodka like Eleanor Oliphant, there was an unhealthy relationship with peanut butter.

They simply had no shame, no idea about personal space and no regard for the rules. They’d chase people. Sniff people. Kiss people.

If you’re a good egg and follow my stories on Insta, you may have been lucky enough to experience the

I hired a car and they TRIED to rip me off charging for a chemical clean. That's like saying you need to shed a layer of skin after you use the bathroom.

I know that being confrontational can be unattractive, so that was not my intention. But I let my emotions control

Intimate connections with family and long personal friendships are two of the most important contributors to health, longevity and personal happiness. Source.

It was a casual trip to Poundland recently that led me to sneak over to my local park at sunrise

I'm sharing this recording of the monologue I performed at an audition the other week. It's my first monologue performance for the obvious reason that I'm not actually an actress, as much as I'd like to be.

Now I’m not a total princess when it comes to men’s behaviour, but there’s a certain level of dignity I expect a person to bring to the party.

Yes there was one person I found attractive. No he wasn't available because he was married and was just there to meet like-minded people who like to do things commando.

I'm very fond of the great outdoors and connecting with sassy Mother Nature. I also like when I get to wear my hiking clothes because #activewear.

Turns out the Baltic States weren't really considered a holiday destination to most Brits growing up. Not least because the area struggled to receive their full independence from the Soviet Union until the 1990s.

I’ve had a couple of backpacking Aussie guests staying with me for the last few weeks. They’re itchy-ass feet are doing a year-long stay-cay in the UK.

It was 6.50am. And with a sting of regret, I pictured the Fat Controller calling out "all aboard!" somewhere far away at Kings Cross. Choo choo!

If you're not familiar with Cards Against Humanity, it's a game with a dirty/racist/sexist deck of cards, each competitively used to complete obscene sentences.

He also says it’s not fit for single females. But I’m not scared. In fact, the guy in the run-down reception booth wouldn’t take my money until I went upstairs to check the room to make sure I wanted to stay.

Articulating the brand values that drive Comfort is for Wimps is going to help with the production of stronger content for your leisurely reading.

I sometimes get messages of appreciation from strangers, sometimes weirdos from my high school who send dick pics.

The place is like being in a real-life movie. America is just a walking, talking stereotype of food, size and accents.

Right, so I was trying not to drink alcohol this month (formally known as Go Sober for October) and it went about as well as the time I tried to not text my crazy ex for a month.

Comedy often touches on raw nerves, that's why we laugh. It's used to get points across and to talk about uncomfortable subjects.

Some flamin' galahs will be voting NO in the Australian same-sex marriage plebiscite, which is currently costing the country millions.

Recently I stopped eating meat forever. The decision was made one morning watching a very interesting video on YouTube when I was supposed to be in the shower getting ready for work.

I bopped around like a nigel-no-friends for about an hour before Rach approached me checking to see if I was straight ("enquiring for a male friend", apparently).

"We are High Priestesses of Sacred Silliness. We are artists and healers with a mission to empower all humans to be fearless, honest and compassionate."

I've always felt like maybe if I was wearing contacts instead of glasses people might automatically perceive me as less annoying.

It's seriously like a bedroom for ants. Incy wincy spiders would love it in here. Stuart Little should move in.

They both knew something was up when I was saying goodbye, they got really weird and quiet and tried to follow me. I'm tearing up just writing about it.

I'm feeling really emotional today. And it's not because I have my periods. At lunch I went to listen to a free talk being put on for National Refugee Week, by Women for Refugee Women.

I woke up today and I was 30. There's a big three now kicking back where a nice youthful two once stood. It's a bit weird and I feel different. Like hairier or something.

When I got back to work and announced I'd just been stoned in Amsterdam for two days there was an awkward silence that made me think my 'Show & Tell' wasn't appropriate.

I love Moroccan seasoning and chickpeas and everything, but I guess I’ve never known enough about the culture or the country to feel that enticed to visit.

I'm not scared, I'm just bored. Tired of having no one to share the experience with and totally over selfies.

Lebanon "has the most religiously diverse society of all states within the Middle East". So alcohol isn't forbidden and the nightlife is boomin'.

On top of the nightlife seeming like nothing more than stale naan, I also didn't feel like doing much because I was tremendously sad pants.

Choking and speaking in tongues. Well, obviously it sounded like tongues to me. I suppose it was just her native language.

A perfect example of why I think India is a stupid idiot combined with an adorable little sweetheart...

It's actually crazy considering how up in arms we are about hygiene, yet we wipe our butts with tissue??

I wasn't in the head space to be around such disadvantage. Being a privileged traveller in areas of poverty has always torn at me, but today was particularly bad.

Following my last post about being emotional and sad and heartbroken.

I was sure the universe was telling me not to go and I’m still kind of sure the universe was telling me not to go.

There's a bit of a stereotype about people who don't travel. The stereotype says they're uncultured One Nation supporters who go around calling Australia "the best country in the world."

"Busabout is looking for two travel addicts to send on the trip of a lifetime!"

I hate when you wake each morning and have to remember they didn't sleep next to you, and won't be there tomorrow either. But they were here just last week, how can this be?

There are simple ways to attract opportunity by telling the comfort zone to go screw itself in boring missionary position.

My itchy feet have nothing to do with the tinea in hostel showers, it's caused by the tickling angst of wasted opportunity.

I decided I would spend a week trying not to be a judgemental asshole.

Once upon a time I went to Manila and went into Ringside Bar, a bar in Makati, because the sign outside said "Midget Boxing & Girl Dancers" and that allured me.

When you're thinking too far into the future about what you want to happen, you're always waiting. And if you've ever stood in a line, you'll agree that waiting is boooooring.

Marco the street vendor gave up on trying to sell me Viagra and made it very clear that he could supply me with anything.

Cockfighting has been going on in the world for around 6000 years, so regardless of whether I went or not, it's still going to happen. It is a downer, I agree and I don't agree with it.

I admire his swashbuckling attitude towards life, and in particular, food. Nothing phases him. He is a culinary sicko.

Well, to cut it short, I got back to my hometown and was starting to feel like a dog for a best friend was not enough.

The class is promoted as "friendly, non-threatening and drug and alcohol free", which usually suggests to me that something's been designed for recovering addicts

Suddenly I had to stop everything I wasn't really doing to pack my bags and take the first ride I could find to the city. Goodbye morning sex.

It's not a nice story and I would much prefer to be called a wimp than to have had to do this. It was dramatic and traumatic.

I interviewed the survivor of a very serious motorbike accident and was taken on a pretty emotional journey as he shared his darkest moments.

My little brother made an awesome documentary about my blog and the shit I get up to. Now I'm famous in my books.

I’m writing a stream of consciousness. Even though I have chilli tuna oil on my keyboard. Hang on - I’m going to have to wipe it off.

We're working on a government educational institution, a rural TAFE. And to be honest I think my presence is doing them nothing but favours.

Did you know that each year, approximately four million tonnes of food ends up as landfill around the world? Die.

A frog jumped on my head in my sleep. I’m not kidding.

When I tell people I visited Kabul for eight days, the reaction tends to be pretty stock standard.

I know I'm making the right decision because all this is very overwhelming and uncomfortable. It's going to require discipline and unwavering brainpower.

On Easter Monday, I asked my mum if I could go visit my grandad in Bowral, as it had been

Once upon a recent time, I found myself hanging out with DJ Charlytemplar in the GoveFM studios, Nhulunbuy, Northern Territory.

At the moment I'm homeless, jobless and responsibility-less. I wake up and rarely have any obligation to even get in the shower.

We’re around 180km from home, 120km from where we need to be and 100% “shit out of luck” when we discover there’s no spare in the car.

I turn and make myself busy looking at didgeridoos, the one thing in this place I have a mild understanding of.

One sunny afternoon, early December in central Kabul, I find myself being escorted to the back door of a beaten-up four-wheel drive by a man with an assault rifle.

Those prehistoric powerhouses have always given me the goose pimples. They have soulless eyes and devils for brains. I hate them.

I could smell the sweet scent of burning herbs, which I assumed to be gently smothering my most intimate organ.

The real verification happened when I got out of the taxi at my hostel and a stoned Indian salesman offered me some quality hash.

I woke up boiling hot and didn't want to take my coat off because it would attract his attention. And it gets worse.

Once he’d completed all the bareback squeezing, poking and rubbing I guess he thought he’d spice things up a bit and strapped one hand into this bizarre vibrating device.

While you're here hanging out on my website, I'd like to take the opportunity to say thank you for being a Comfort is for Wimps reader.

I don’t know if anyone else in the house was changing their underwear, but I literally couldn’t find that moment of privacy that's normally desirable when refreshing your pair.

If you come to Kabul as a foreigner, I think it's important to network before you get here.

I was asked what my reason for visiting was, to which I was told it’s not really a place for tourism at the moment.

I went with Guru the fab makeup artist, swanning around to fab places to make people look fab.

As time went by, the men finished their light jogs and one-by-one slowly dispersed, leaving me alone and vulnerable to the eyes that looked.

From Afghanistan, to India, to Nepal, to Papua New Guinea... I have a few things I'm fearing right about now.

If you recommend your friend likes the Comfort is for Wimps Facebook page, and they let me know that you recommended them. You BOTH get an entry.

Because everyone wants to be reassured that we're all a little oddball.

It’s really no coincidence that we retreat to the countryside to regain our sanity and duck away to farms to manage our health and try to not be fat anymore.

The internet is a good, solid thing. Helpful. Enabling. Full of idiots sure, but more importantly, full of legends.

Fresh fruit and hungover days in bed. Travel is the best education, but it's also a ball ache.

We took it in turns spending about an hour alone in the room with her. When it was my turn I walked in, sat down and she asked me to please uncross my legs because it was blocking energy.

I just wanted to let you know that my safety is my priority and I am putting all the right precautions into place.

If this post doesn't inspire you to sign up to drain your veins then you must have hepatitis or something.

When I met an Afghan guy on a dance floor in Delhi I didn't really think much of it. Well, I mean, that's if you don’t count the mildly offensive suspicions I had about a Muslim being at a nightclub.

When I met an Afghan guy on a dance floor in Delhi I didn't really think much of it. Well, I mean, that's if you don’t count the mildly offensive suspicions I had about a Muslim being at a nightclub.

In his pictures he was massive, so I wasn't surprised when the Skype session opened to reveal a literally massive man slurping down a protein shake in real time.

Mention Afghanistan, what comes to mind? Taliban? Terrorism? Burkas? Beards? This country is much more than what we hear about. I'm planning to find out more.

So after last night's harsh review of the date with the Gentle Giant, I need to make a public apology.

His humungous hands sat our drinks on the table and he took a seat. I shifted slightly to fix my posture and obviously my legs interacted with his legs, which had had no choice but to encroach into my space.

It was tough getting anyone to join me on my four and half hour journey from London to see you, Egremont Crab Fair.

I've found out why he was convicted of burglary and assault. If you have any questions for him... let me know.

When I met an Afghan guy on a dance floor in Delhi I didn't really think much of it. Well, I mean, that's if you don’t count the mildly offensive suspicions I had about a Muslim being at a nightclub.

It's hard to explain what it was about our obvious incompatibility, but I'm pretty sure he was stoned.

From the small population, there are around 400 suicides a year. It seems mad because they're such an outdoorsy bunch and get loads of fresh clean air.

When I met an Afghan guy on a dance floor in Delhi I didn't really think much of it. Well, I mean, that's if you don’t count the mildly offensive suspicions I had about a Muslim being at a nightclub.

When I met an Afghan guy on a dance floor in Delhi I didn't really think much of it. Well, I mean, that's if you don’t count the mildly offensive suspicions I had about a Muslim being at a nightclub.

Think of this advice as chilli and don't be afraid to use it to spice the bejeezus out of your life.

I'm feeling sad because of a boy. Let's laugh about it.

I was in Edinburgh getting to know a complete stranger over two days, so I didn't know the guy from a bowl of soup when he collected me at the airport and welcomed me into his existence.

We were told to dress to represent our personality with an aim to stand out in the high energy crowd of serial TV-show-audition-folk.

I'm comparing my life to the lives of other 28 year olds around the world, and then comparing them with each other.

Here's an idea for a fun festival game that goes beyond Kings Cup and nangin'.

Life only gives you one festival spirit and Glastonbury is one of the world’s festivals that has a real chance at crushing it into smithereens if the two of you don't get along.

They just have to be 28-years aged and willing to share a bit about themselves with me; open up about life, who they are and what's important to them.

But then forty five minutes passed and the only interaction I'd had was when someone asked me to move so all their many friends could sit together.

I guess this is why I get off on blogging so much; it serves as a creative outlet and gives me a good reason to do things that earn me the attention I yearn for. 

Seriously - India. The place was like nothing I've ever experienced before... and I hung out with meth heads in high school. Everyone should travel India.

I observed everyone else's levels of participation with a mix of antipathy and admiration.

Unsurprisingly, the suggestion to go to a tantric sex class came from my friend who brazenly loves anal sex.

I was a naked life drawing model and it was just as terrifying and odd as the first time I got naked in front of strangers.

Hemant reckons I'm in for a total culture shock when I go to Delhi. He advised me not to go into the slums at night. Not even for the sake of the blog.

For the majority of the time we just kissed across the table because it was the only way to keep my companion at bay.

Think cuddle puddle, where mattresses are joined together and everyone jumps into a massive pit of persons. Stroking, poking, touching, squeezing, caressing, nuzzling.

I traveled from Krakow to Warsaw to Vilnius by myself on a coach, at night, and survived. Here's the info so you can too.

'Trust me, you'll want to stay warm now. I swim here all the time. I'd put your clothes back on if I were you' said this know-it-all girl who reminded me of about 10 people I hated in primary school.

I wasn't exactly shocked by anything I saw. I guess it's like seeing a celebrity on stage, you're a bit detached because the celebrities or the vaginas are all the way over there on the stage.

I’ve always imagined what it would be like to shoot someone. Not in a psychopathic way, just in a I'm-a-badass-hero-saving-the-day way.

Have you ever dated a guy so stupid that you are sure his sperm chases its own tail? I have, and then he cheated on me and I got pathetically sad about it.

So, would I recommend doing the challenge? To murderers and rapists, yes. But I'd rather snog a dog than have to experience any of that again.

So after arriving in the sunny afternoon sunlight, I entered the studio and bam! - genitals everywhere.

I eventually asked my dad to deal with it because he didn't seem remotely as frightened as me and I'm never going to ask what he did with it because it's just going to stir the dead.

Standing up in front of a drunken international crowd knowing full well that I wasn't going to be able to down an entire litre of beer was by no means easy.

Just as expected, visiting The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints was a sufficiently awkward experience for me. Interesting, sure. But fair-dinkum awkward.

You can expect nothing less than to have one of the stereotypically happiest types of people in the world skipping about in one of the stereotypically happiest places in the world.

Tourists started to figure out that you needed to be careful if you got too close to a donkey's bum - doing something squirty on a human was one of the only highlights in the donkeys' lives.

Some of the scenes are very dramatic. And sexy. If you're not watching a punch on between two WELL FIT chaps, then you might be gawping at an extremely attractive pair having steamy affair sex.

If you enjoy waking up every day of your holiday feeling like an absolute dickhead, then a Cruise Shit is for you.

The potential serial killer, my colleague and I arrived (without any serious crimes being committed) at around 5pm and the unfairly good-looking Italian people were still soaking the sun’s UV rays.

I had the picture painted for me - massages, saunas, aromatherapy, healing of body via warm water and relaxation. What us Westerners would refer to as a spa, if you will.