True Confessions of a Coffee-holic
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Date: Thu, 28 Apr 2011 Time: 1:18 AM
I sat staring at my computer screen; it was as blank as my mind. Was my mother right? Was my mind just like she had stated at least a thousand times? Was it like a steel trap, always shut? Oh come now, I thought. Had I spent too much time daydreaming as a youth? Was my imagination spent?
It dawned on me, right there in front of me. My coffee mug was empty! How could that be? I thought I had filled it up before I sat down. My mind was in shock. I turned to see that the coffee pot registered at 12 cups. Didn’t I just fill my cup? Then I remembered that I had indeed gotten side tracked by my 3-year-old son. Just as I was about to fill my cup I heard a scream. I turned to see my 2 year old crying because my 3 year old had taken his favorite toy.
After I settled the argument I grabbed my coffee mug and headed for the computer to start my writing day. That is when I found that my mind was empty, as empty as my mug. I sat there thinking about that empty cup. Then an incredible urge took over me and I got up and ran for the coffee pot. I made my coffee and took a sip. Ah! My mind, body and spirit were finally waking up. Peace washed over me and then I swear I could hear the wheels in my head start to creak as they turned.
After taking the first sip I felt ideas and concepts running through my head. I realized then that I really am a slave to the coffee bean. How did this all happen? When did I become a slave to…to coffee? I admit that I had joked for years that if I won the lottery I would have Juan Valdez living in my back yard, but a slave to coffee? I was really trying to remember how this happened.
I remember that as a teenager and young adult I was an avid tea drinker. My sister used to keep ‘my tea’ in her cupboard because I was not a coffee drinker. I remember that people used to look at me funny when I turned down a cup of ‘Joe’.
So when did this happen? Now that I had the coffee in my system, my mind started to flow. Memories came to me and I remembered. It’s my ex-husband’s fault! It was that bet. We used to make bets with each other that we could not do this or that and now I remembered this one well.
He went out and bought a coffee maker. Not just any coffee maker mind you, it was a Braun. The kind that while you were pouring in the coffee, it brewed and was in the pot in a blink of an eye. He bet that I could not drink a cup of coffee without making a face. To make a long story short, I did in deed make a face and he never let me live it down.
One day when I was making him a cup of coffee I innocently took a sip. I thought about it for a moment then took another. I shrugged my shoulders and decided that I would drink this one and made him another. That’s when it all started, my slavery to the coffee bean.
I know I had heard rumors of studies made that the caffeine in coffee jump-started your brain, but I did not believe it. Maybe it is true; then again, maybe I just want it to be true. I guess I will never know. All I know is that if I do not drink a pot of coffee a day I am useless. So here I am, standing before you… Hello, My name is April and I am a coffee-holic.
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