coffee time

Coffee drinkers are inefficient. There I said it. My body does not tolerate caffeine, so I couldn’t drink coffee even if I wanted to. And I want to. It smells delicious. And all those fun beverage cups that movie stars hold while the paparazzi invades their privacy… I want to carry those around also.

Coffee is cool. It’s replaced cigarettes as the cool thing to do and carry. And I wish I could partake. But I cannot.

You know what the trade off is? When I wake up in the morning, I can be instantly productive. I don’t need to plan to satiate a thirst for energy. On road trips, I don’t need to stop for coffee on my way out of town. I don’t have to time my beverages to optimize my energy, and minimize my risk of headache. I can fall asleep easily, because I didn’t have a jolt of caffeine too late in the day. My mood won’t be ruined by a lousy cup of coffee. I haven’t wasted a bunch of money fueling myself with a drug my body has become addicted to.

Reports come out indicating that coffee is healthy for you. That there are benefits to the heart and other systems. I question their validity. Fake news? Perhaps this is a paid marketing campaign by Juan Valdez or other coffee growers in hopes of keeping their products desirable. If we dare to keep kids off of drugs, shouldn’t we keep them off of caffeine also?

How are some drugs vindicated and socially acceptable while others are criminal when one becomes addicted? Any addict craves the drug. Some come in needles or powders as opposed to mugs with clever sayings about not speaking to that person until they’ve consumed the appropriate quantity of the drug.

I suppose I ought to thank my body for rejecting the “elixir of the gods”. I am fresh minded in the mornings and able to pop awake and get tasks accomplished while others lounge and sip in order to motivate. I am efficient. And if I begrudge my partner their idle mornings, I am glad that at least the addiction is a socially acceptable one.

I love words. Words swirl and dance around in my head. I have many deep thoughts. Some thoughts plague me. In order to release them, I have to assign the words. Once the words are strung together, I feel free again.

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