the coffee experience
..after almost two years of not drinking coffee, i bought one. i felt that i somehow violated an unwritten policy.
..honestly, i don’t know why i’m not drinking coffee. i can’t seem to remember the exact moment of enlightenment. i don’t know when or how i managed to stop. i think i know the why.
..it was because of my father. he was a chain coffee drinker. he’d make an average of twenty cups of coffee a day, but half of them would go cold and then forgotten. i couldn’t understand his addiction. upside is i’m thankful because coffee is his only addiction.
..uhh, so what’s the connection? it’s not the fear that i might get addicted to coffee too. it’s just the economic implication of it. the costs of coffee and sugar [and cream] were continuing to get more expensive every time. i was just concerned because our daily consumption of coffee matches that of a family with eight coffee-addicted members. asking my dad to reduce his coffee intake was no use. so i decided to cut off my coffee drinking.
..after almost two years of not tasting coffee, it seemed weird in my mouth. bitter.
..and i swore i won’t drink coffee anymore, as long as i could take it.