Love it.
But just like any relationship that's bad for you, I need to stay far away from that seductive call of caffeine that promises a really great time but always ends up with me in a fetal position.
I use to be a coffee fanatic. I could take over 4 cups a day and still have good night's sleep. I did it for the flavor.
When I was still studying, I'd look forward to coffee breaks where I'd enjoy a huge cup of steaming coffee, usually from one of those packets that already had the sugar and creamer in them.
Half and hour later and I'd find an excuse to make another cup while pouring over my notes.
While other kids were gulping down energy drinks, I'd be sipping from my cup of joe.
Think of me like the boring-non-pop-culture-savvy version to Lorelai Gilmore
But as usual, I over-did the whole coffee thing and now I can't have any. For health reasons.
Obviously, the overall aim of drinking coffee was to stay awake, but it was beginning to get out of hand.
Suddenly I realized I was more dehydrated than usual, was getting migraines more and being an irritable friend.
That's when I decided this relationship needed to be long distanced.
At this point in my being, middle-aged and questioning life, I only get to flirt with coffee. Lines have to be drawn and boundaries must not be crossed.
So if forgive me if I get misty-eyed whenever the rich aroma of a freshly brewed cup of coffee wafts past me.
I'll be in at the entrance of a coffee franchise, pretending to look at my phone while I inhale deeply.
Update: Dagnammit wrrxxrw couldn't wzzrrssw help wwrrsszz myself and caved ssswwwwfffzzttwrrrwwdddddd
