I’ve noticed lately that my coffee consumption has reached new heights.
I’ve also realized that on days (like weekends) when I don’t have to worry about work and class, I still consume roughly the same amount. My friends are bewildered when at 11:30pm I’ll ask if they would like some coffee. For me nothing is better after a late dinner with friends than a cup of strong coffee to wrap things up so to speak. And forget ever eating desserts without black coffee; it’s half the fun. Devang supports me in my addiction because he’s in the same boat. But while, I’ll drink gallons of the badly brewed cheap coffee at work without milk and sugar, he’ll stick with the good stuff with fresh beans, half-n-half, expensive brewers, etc. Which honestly is the way to go (if I had enough time to put towards it).
I’ve come to love coffee for many reasons. Sure, it keeps me awake through life, but it also slows me down (an oxymoron eh!). It gives me a chance to reminisce about our Europe trip where Devang and I spent more money on coffee than on food. It makes me think of lounging around on Saturday mornings. It makes me think of late night study groups with friends. It makes me think of rainy days. It makes me think of drunken nights. It makes me think of hanging out with Dev. It makes me think of yapping with my sister. I drink coffee to be in that good cozy place in my head. Of course, it’s also my weapon against boredom. A cup of hot coffee in my hand always makes me feel like I’m doing something.
So while others might think of coffee as completely utilitarian, for me it’s about comfort more than caffeine. That’s probably why I am still able to go to sleep after my 11:30pm cup.