Not long ago, I lived with a coffee-addict. I couldn’t stand the smell of coffee, much less the taste. I made fun of her addiction… pretending to be better than her since I didn’t have to rely on caffeinated drinks.
Then I had an 8am class with an incredibly monotone professor, and suddenly, coffee sounded delicious. Every other morning, I headed to the coffee shop before class to grab myself a latte, and soon those lattes became coffee with cream and sugar, and soon after that… I went for the hard stuff–straight-up black coffee.
Now, I have nothing to say for myself. I’d like to blame it on the fact that two of my co-workers get an extra large coffee from Sheetz, but truth is, I did this to myself. I fell victim and now there is absolutely no turning back. I’m full-blown addicted to this poisonous, addictive drink.
For the past few months, I’ve been getting headaches almost every Saturday–and just yesterday I realized the root behind the symptom. I sleep in on Saturdays… forgoing coffee and going straight to lunch with ice water. No caffeine. It is no longer a mystery. I depend on this poisonous, addictive drink–plain and simple.
There are worse things, I suppose. Admitting is the first step to recovery… except, I fully don’t intend on recovering.
anne m. wilson 