Listening to: Good Thing – Fine Young Cannibals
Mood: Coffee.
As I’ve discussed before in this post, moderation is just
not my strong suite. I’m not quite sure why people loved that post so much, but
sure.
After we moved to India, my coffee habit was changed for a
while. I absolutely LOVE Indian coffee. However, it just doesn’t have the same
punch as American coffee does. Sometimes, I need the energy – I crave it. I’ve
also said that with a smidge less discipline and more exposure to an epic friend
of mine, I could easily be an alcoholic. I’m afraid the same can be said of
coffee. Hello, my name is Becky and I’m a coffee addict. I’ve recently reverted
to using strong instant coffee.
I’ve had a cup of coffee (mostly iced) every morning for the
past 5 years. These days I find it hard to function and actually wake up if
this doesn’t happen. As per my usual thinking, if one cup is good, 2 must be
amazing for energy purpose. This leads
to some pretty crazy bursts of ideas and activity. The thing is, I like it. At the best of times, I tend
to be a bit manic. I could give you a couple of reasons for this, but I would
be boring myself even more than I would be boring you. I have my reasons for
craving the intense burst of activity.
Since we’ve moved to India, I’ve been much less alcohol
soaked. It’s just too expensive here to drink like we did in the US. I’m pretty
fond of alcohol. It makes me relaxed, happy, and chatty. Caffeine is pretty
much on the opposite end. It doesn’t make me mad or antisocial, but the energy
and focus rush that come along with a few cups of coffee are amazing. I feel like I can take on anything. I’m much
less likely to have happy laughing conversations, but the ideas fly fast and
furious.
The only thing I’m wary of is having too much. As with
alcohol, I know my caffeine limits. I have had times when I felt like I needed
to peel myself off the ceiling with a putty knife. The out of control pulse,
shaking hands and brain that feels like it’s going to explode because my
thoughts are running wild. Yes, as with everything else in life, I have found
the outer limit.
What’s your relationship with coffee?
Becky
