Disclaimer: The following was told with a dash of hyperbole, a pinch of humor and a bit too much of grammatical misconstruction. Pun intended 😉 However, the context of the ideas expressed therein remains.
Lately, I’ve discovered this new kind of liking, less of an addiction or an obsession, I should say. It’s not an extra-ordinary or unusual sort of thing; in fact I do it every single day as if it’s an imperative part and parcel of me and my being. A constant routine which I’ve been doing since (I can’t even remember when) while totally not giving much care or thought about it until recently. Simply put – it goes naturally as my tooth brushing, bathing, shaving, wearing cologne, eating, breathing, along with the endless list of activities a normal person normally does in a day and apparently for the rest of his life.
It’s my newly-discovered love for coffee. Or, is it most likely my “rediscovered” love for it? And, any coffee, in that instance, would serve both my sense of taste and smell well and good. No matter if it’s freshly brewed or those “instant” types, whether black or white, hot or cold, with or without creamer and sugar, I would wholeheartedly take a sip and savor its aroma and taste.
I, undoubtedly enjoy my every cup of coffee these past several days.
What puzzles me though is that I’m one of those sorts of persons who are not easily drawn or taken into liking anything (or anyone) lest, first, giving it even just a moment of “consideration” or, in my definition, to subject that something (or someone) into the intellectual scrutiny of the all too limited workings of my cerebral cortex (courtesy of the person who inspired me the use of these words in lieu of “brain” 😉 And, to be frank, I’m also not a believer of those “spur of the moment” things despite, admittedly, the countless moments which I acted in pursuit of such. In fact, I am a bit of a methodical type of person, yet short of the OC type, which leaves me categorically somewhere in between. Often times I just tend to look for answers to some (only the important ones) of the things which concern me – the things that amaze, bother or puzzle me. Well, of course, every sane person does that! Do you?
One day, in order to find an answer to that rather mind boggling yet totally nonsense liking in drinking coffee, I went to a place wherein I know I could think better and be like “one with myself”. So I ended up on one of this famous coffee shop around the area which happens to be full and crowded during the time (living to its reputation, of course), as it could also undeniably be perceived that it was really my intention to be in that place, well, to tell you, it’s not (though understandably no one will believe me either).
And so I took the most solitary abode available thereat – at a table just around the far-side corner.
Once settled, I took a moment to focus my attention on the task at hand (which is hard because of the “hustle and bustle” going on in the place), and after some time, I became accustomed to the ambiance and I am immediately up to the task. Eager to start, I sat there, took a deep breath and began to rack my brains out, putting on my most “intensely-submerged into deep thinking” face (virtually ignoring all the worried/alarmed expressions in the faces of those people occupying the tables near me) then probing and seeking into nothingness for the would-be answers to that somewhat absurd dilemma, while, of course, holding a cup of steaming coffee in both hands to further fuel my deep desire in seeking the truth.
Then suddenly it dawned on me! I was awakened from my caffeine-induced trance by a pair of hands gently cupping my face (or did I felt a slap?) while hearing the word “Hey!” and a pair of two big, brown eyes blazing fires of hell just six inches in front of me! As the person (realizing that I’ am with a company of another person coming into the place) continued saying “You’re not listening to what I’m saying!”
Only then did I realize (as if I was struck by a bolt of lightning leaving me bedazzled – and wide-eyed shocked!) the true reason for my recent liking in drinking coffee. I felt the numbness in my face slowly creep down to the rest of my body! The circumstance cited clearly disclosed to my all too limited mind that it was not the coffee nor the aroma or taste of it that puts me into a state of joy or deep satisfaction which, in turn, I relate to my liking [of drinking coffee]. It is drinking every cup of steaming-hot, aromatic, smooth and creamy coffee with THAT PERSON who slaps my face and throws fireballs of words at me at one instance and softly cups my face and whispers soothing words into my ear during another that makes the difference.
Metaphorically speaking, even a cup of stale coffee tastes a million times better if it’s taken or shared with the ones you love than a cup of coffee worth a million bucks (if there’d be) which is shared with no one else.
I am now also learning to “like”: eating, watching tv, taking vacations, and all other fun and likewise boring assortments of activities and stuff. Yet, of course, still atop them all – coffee! 😉
The joys in simple things…
Live life. Love life.