Coffee and I have a complicated relationship. Let me explain…
Coffee is not my drink of choice. In fact, I really don’t like it that much at all. That’s why I have to drink it loaded with spices and sweetener. Coffee is just a tool. A tool that punishes you when you stop using it.
I don’t drink coffee when I’m not in school. When I’m not in school, sleep is my drug of choice. My mind is clear when I get a solid night of sleep. When I’m in school; however, sleep is a luxury that I can’t always afford. That’s when I turn to coffee.
I start each semester as a coffee “virgin.” I don’t drink coffee for the first few weeks. My skin stays clear, and I feel pretty good.
Then, midterms come. I have to stay up later to finish my school work, so I start drinking a little bit of coffee in the morning to make it through the day. Because I don’t drink coffee much, a small cup does wonders for my alertness.
Then, I get busier. The busier life gets, the more coffee I drink. I drink that bitter drink more and more until my coffee usage peaks during finals week. My skin is increasingly less radiant. Then, the day after finals I stop. I just don’t need it anymore. That would work great–if it wasn’t for withdrawal symptoms.
Within two days, I wake up with a killer headache. Every time it happens, I know what the source of my pain is. Coffee is trying to keep a hold on me. I hate feeling like I have drink something to mitigate my pain. My headache was so bad Sunday morning that even though I wanted to deal with the addiction, I had to down a half cup of mediocre coffee so I could function. I was singing in two choir performances and playing flute in the worship orchestra. Of course, drinking coffee eliminated my headache–much to my chagrin.
Now, I am sitting here knowing that I have to deal with the consequences of my actions. I should not have to drink something that I don’t even like to function every day. I have sympathy for cigarette smokers and drug addicts. I can imagine how difficult it is for them to break an addiction to something much stronger than coffee
The worst part about coffee is that I know that I will be dealing with the exact same situation in May. Curse you, coffee!