Well, I guess lots of people...But when it comes to the mind of a coffee lover such as myself, saying that there are people in this world who don't mind going through life without coffee is the equivalent of saying Santa does not exist. Of course, this is not to say that I dislike non-coffee lovers; I am friends with plenty of people who enjoy tea more, as I respect their choice of hot beverage--And tea can be quite amazing...There is nothing like dipping a black tea bag in your mug of hot water before adding honey and milk to make the most tempting potion of deliciousness ever for a cold day (But, I digress). Also, I am well aware that Santa does not exist, as it was just brought up in terms of the context of how magical certain things can be, such as, yes, coffee. :)
And what is life like for a coffee fanatic if he/she decides to cross off one week on the calendar of having zero amount of coffee in their system? Well, it is absolute hell. Particularly if you live in Seattle, the city in the US that is most consumed by the endless list of cafes and countless number of people who stroll about the streets with cup in hand, it is nothing other than torture.
And when such a person decides to go through this ordeal, it feels like they are letting go of the part of their life that was comfortable, inviting, and heart-warming. Okay, heart-warming is maybe taking it too far, but what tops the moment of holding a mug that heats your hands and brings your mind to peace after walking in the brisk cold air, and then holding the edge of the mug to your mouth as you take that first sip of coffee (or whatever type of coffee drink you usually order; in my case it's a latte, no sugar, 2% milk because I prefer satisfaction from tasteless nonfat)?
When you not only let yourself focus on the very act of consuming that mug of coffee--in order to enjoy every moment of it, in the midst of a world that can become chaotic and unbearable--, but you therefore also let that mug of coffee consume you, why would you choose to experience anything else?
Well, I believe I have rested my case: Life is Hell without coffee.
(Again, please excuse my language.)
P.S. This blog post was based on a true story.
Today has been one week since I had coffee, as I believe writing what I just wrote has encouraged me to recapture those irreplaceable memories...So excuse me while I brew my mug of jo.