I was extremely tired today, drained of all energy. I resorted to coffee.
I HATE COFFEE.
It all started in high school, where coffee became a “thing.” Everyone would stroll through the gates of school with a large mug of coffee or their Starbucks Iced Coffee. Teachers were always drinking it. Students were always drinking it. Everyone was drinking it.
My first time drinking coffee was during my junior year of high school. I think I managed to taste five sips of bitter, hot coffee. I lived across from a Dunkin’ Donuts shop my whole life and had only known the sweet taste of hot chocolate. The woman at the register marveled when I didn’t order my usual small hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and decided to get an unsweetened small coffee. That day, I managed to burn my tongue and marvel at the cup filled with what seemed to be a poisonous liquid.
I was naive; I didn’t know any better. I was so proud of trying coffee for the first time, I told my parents. We all tell our parents when we try new things right? Yeah, no. I told my parents and got two complete opposite reactions. My dad responded nonchalantly, while my mother was in a deep panic.
I can understand why my mother was panicked; her little girl was starting to drink coffee. The drink for the people who need more hours in their day. Growing up, I never had coffee in my house. My parents simply woke up, ate breakfast, and went to work. My family was more of a Lipton and Yogi tea type of family. *Sips tea*
Today, I was one of those people. Again.
I was debating going to Starbucks. One of my biggest fears is ordering a coffee from Starbucks. I enter the shop and fancy words are being thrown left and right by the people in front of me. “Mochaccino.” “Macchiato.” “Frappuccino.” “Upside down.” Upside down? I just want coffee. No, I take that back. I just want to feel awake. I decided to not stress myself out by going to Starbucks, so I settled for some New England Coffee from the Rat.
With homework, midterms, and other responsibilities creeping up on me from the weekend, I needed more time. I turned to my “favorite” hazelnut flavored coffee. As in favorite, I mean the coffee that tastes the best with cream and six packets of sugar. This is an accurate description of how much sugar I put in my coffee. Does it end?
I drank half of my coffee during class. When the coffee entered my body, I felt slightly possessed. I somehow felt awake after running on four hours of sleep. My heart was beating a little too fast for comfort, and I peed about three dozen times. My brain became focused, but not for long. I then became very frantic and tired, but could still not manage to fall asleep.
As a result of my inability to fall asleep, I present you this article. It amazes me watching my friends who are regular coffee drinkers. While coffee is cringe worthy too me, the success of my addicted coffee-consuming friend depends on coffee. My friends who are daily coffee-drinkers depend on its powers, meanwhile when I drink it, I feel like my body may be deconstructing itself.
Long story short, I hate coffee.
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