On the High that is Coffee
I’ve said it many times before, and I’ll say it again: coffee is my only vice.
I’ve been drinking it for as long as I can remember. Where I come from, a cup of fresh brew is a necessity and is drunk twenty-four hours a day. And none of that instant stuff, too. Brewed coffee is a huge part of life for us, primarily because I come from a region that actually grows coffee beans, but more importantly because temperatures dip below ten degrees in cold weather. Coffee, in large pots, kettles, percolators, mugs, paper and styrofoam cups, is present everywhere, all the time, no kidding. On normal days, but also during weddings, funerals, picnics, business meetings, community feasts, sporting events, holidays, family gatherings and special occasions. To not have coffee is akin to having breached some sort of social norm and is practically considered a show of bad manners.
So, since I was ten, I’ve gotten used to drinking coffee black, freshly brewed and hot. At one point during college, I drank five cups in one sitting without realizing it, and was therefore feeling woozy when I stood up. That night, I couldn’t sleep due to rapid heart palpitations and constricted breathing, and was breaking out in a cold sweat. I swore off coffee after that, a resolution that lasted all of two days.
Then again, the benefits of coffee, for me at least, are well worth it. Aside from picking up my mood in the mornings (I am NOT a morning person), coffee somehow helps me focus more, think clearer and de-stress better. Add in all of those studies regarding the antioxidants in coffee that are good for my health, or its preventive properties in serious medical conditions like Type 2 Diabetes or liver cancer, and it has solidified its status as one of the constant high points in my life.
The bottom line is that coffee makes me happy. It’s a small, simple thing, but in my world, it’s the little things that matter the most.