My love for coffee, a beautiful disaster.
For me, coffee is a needed drug. It’s the first thing I do in the morning because it lifts me up and boosts my day. The taste of coffee is comforting, while the smell makes me feel nostalgic.
Without coffee, I am a danger to human society. I find it hard to speak, I seem drunk, and if I must have to leave the house, I’d probably hit my head in the first column. I do not drink more than one cup per day, but I really need to drink that cup, not less.
And do not think it’s just an addiction created by me. Normally my blood pressure is low and without coffee is much lower, especially in the morning. For example, they sent me from my former job to a medic to do some regular tests. I had to be there at 9 AM, I managed to drink coffee, but I still had my state of dizziness. I did tests of hearing and vision: perfect results. But after he took my blood, the doctor asked me if I’m ill. Hm. Why should I be ill? He asked if maybe my feet feel soft. I said yes, but it’s my morning status and I feel asleep. Well, guess what, he didn’t believe me when I told him I even had my morning coffee. Until then I thought it’s normal to have that state of drowsiness in the morning. It seems not.
Just because I love coffee so much, it takes me half an hour to savor it in the morning, so I always have to get up earlier than I should. But drinking coffee during the day, well, that is a risk. I enjoy the coffee, you have to understand this, and I don’t just drink it. It takes some time. So during the day I carry it with me for a while and I do not know how this always happens, but I spill it. I get upset and swear when it flows down on the floor or on the desk.
But once it happened, back when I worked in an open office, call center, to spill it on my pants. I was in a conversation with a client and could not react in time, so my white pants were now brown. A whole leg was colored, while the other was white. I went to the bathroom and tried to clean them a little. In the meantime, everybody found out about it. How could they not find out? The bathroom wasn’t even near to my desk.
You cannot imagine how embarrassed I was that I had to use public transport to get home.
Another time, me and my boyfriend went by bus in another city, to some relatives. It was still morning, I still felt dizzy so I bought another coffee. He kept asking me to drink or throw it away. He knew that this time he is the one in danger. I did not want. I put the coffee on a stand, only the driver chose to put a sudden brake, and all of my coffee was spilled on him. He was right to tell me to drink it.
Now he always protects himself when he sees coffee in my hands.
Even in college, my peers and teachers knew about it. I once spilled coffee on test sheets, on which I had already written four pages. I had to transcribe them all, lucky that the teacher had allowed me to finish it during a break or I would have failed.
Even so, coffee is still one of my best friends. It always helps me relax. While taking sips of my coffee I sit back and let my mind run free. This is the time when I don’t have to think about responsibilities.
I know, you probably aren’t so clumsy as I am, so I won’t ask about this. But how much do you need your cup of coffee to start the day?