Feeding my addiction, or not.
As I filled up the coffee maker yet again, I had a slight conundrum. What has coffee ever done for me? Not the first cup in the morning that shakes me from bedraggled mind to the sharp thinking gal that I normally am, but the coffee taken at 4 PM at work after lunch. That cup of coffee which inevitably keeps me jittery through the evening, and sometimes keep me from sleep.
What has it ever done for me? I love it for its warm liquidiness - the fact that I have a hand warmer on my table that is divinely drinkable. I’m obsolutely addicted to the aroma, the creaminess, the sugariness (I over sugar my coffee) slight aftertaste of acidic coffee bean. But what has it ever done except to keep me up at night? Sure, I want a warm drink, but hot chocolate (equally fattening and sugary) could do the trick. If I’m simply thirsty, a mug of water will do.
What is it about coffee that makes me want to drink another cup? Does drinking 3 cups of coffee a day somehow qualifies me as an adult? The fact that as a child it was the forbidden drink and I can only have a little with a whole lot of milk probably made me think that only adults may drink coffee. Therefore, at the point which I turned adult (I recall that being 16 or so) I drank it liberally. But now that I teach at two different places, and is generally regarded as a person of authority, what am I trying to prove? Is it so important that I gulp down a mug of coffee at 4:30 PM?
I poured myself a glass of tap water.
February 1st, 2006 at 2:32 am
I hated coffee when I was a kid.
When I hit 16 and started smoking it seemed to fit the whole rebel chic thing I was going for at the time.
Not stopped since, love the coffee.