Coffee has always been the veneer to everything sparkly and fun - my sweet nectar of life, a buzzword for frenetic energy and activity.
Coffee spells magic in a cup, a liquid hug for the brain. Do you know how life would be like without coffee served in steaming mugs, with orchestrated tones, accompanied by books serving as food for the soul? Me neither.And I would rather imagine Hell with all enemies lined up with a smirk on their faces, than imagine having decaf coffee all my life.
Well, that's for starters.
There's espresso(my favourite), latte, cappucino, frappe and many variants of the above. Coffee has as many varieties as Starbucks has seats on a Sunday afternoon...well, just kidding lol.
Coffee gives me idealistic, unrealistic expectations of productivity and efficiency. NOTE: expectations. The fact that I don't live upto them is a symptom of my own inadequacy, not coffee's.
Coffee reminds me anything and everything is possible, including planning a trek to the Everest when I hit 40, writing a book, becoming a manager at my old-fashioned firm, and ruling the world or Internet at any rate. I haven't really accomplished any of the above, but when I drink coffee, I feel I can actually imagine myself in more varieties of roles than Audrey Hepburn in her entire career.
Coffee reminds me autumn is a way of life. When I sip on pumpkin spice latte and find it tortuous, I remind myself I'm brave to cross the caramel frappe limitation, as well as creamy hazelnut, or chocolate frosting. I'm actually a REAL coffee addict. I can savour all forms and figures and fashions of coffee. I conveniently forget I'm going to go to CCD and drink frappe right after, just to get that taste outta my mouth. Selective memory is my skill and I shine at it.
At nineteen coffee tasted like morning, and mourning. It tasted like peppermint and honey and colored leaves on a wet patio. It tasted like loneliness and hangovers and different lies on different days. It still tasted optional, like a hat I could take off.
Overall, caffeine reminds me of my college days and professors with entrenched sarcasm whilst they lecture us about our intellectual deficiencies and my friends lined up on the terrace outside our classroom with grins and jokes embossed on their tongues like Shakespeare's plays on our textbooks. i am reminded of multi-hued creativity and lectures about how to distinguish intellect from intelligence(I still cannnn't....).
Forgive me, coffee. i haven't evolved as much as I should ahve in your esteemed presence. But you make me want to be a better person.