I have some favorite past times: reading, coffee, writing, coffee, thinking, coffee, dreaming, oh, and coffee. Hopefully you picked up on the theme here. I love coffee. Not in that creepy, “I Love You Man,” sort of way, rather an intense enjoyment of copious amounts of this dark nectar. My day begins with coffee and usually ends with it too. Not to mention the volumes between.
One might think that all this coffee would create indigestion or, at least, jitters. But I have found that it sparks my imagination and helps this introvert deal with the gaggle of extroverts. Let’s face it, it’s bad form to speak with your mouth full. Thus, coffee allows me the opportunity to sip and remain quietly within my own fortress, speaking only when I have something to say.
More times than not, I venture forth boldly to my office away from the office, get my juicings of that naughty bean we call coffee, find a table away from the herd, and ponder. Sometimes a thought will bing around my brain until it thonks firmly at the feet of my consciousness begging to be written down, much like a dog anxious to go for a walk.
The other day I witnessed a phenomenon that completely baffled and befuddled me. Yes, that would encompass any number of situations, but this one actually made me wonder about humanity. Whilst I was enjoying my much needed caffeine, a group of young people came in. I say “young” because they were younger than me and that could be quite the range. But they excited got their “coffee” amidst their animated discussions about who likes who, what teacher “sucks the big one,” how lame their parents/siblings/anyone not them were, and just as my mind began to reel from this cacophonous revelry, I noticed that their “coffee” was more cream and sugar than actual coffee. As a matter of face, it looked more like a milkshake that anything resembling the beverage I adore.
There was a part of me that wanted to run screaming from their proximity, but there was also a part of me that pitied these poor people who were enjoying their dessert beverage (I cannot bring myself to utter the word) with such enthusiasm. Ah life, thou hast dealt a vicious blow to this poor soldier.
Alas, I will get yet another cup and ponder a while longer.