Coffee
Listen, I know I’m not alone in this but I love coffee. Every morning I experience a whole cycle of anticipation, bliss, dread, sorrow. When I’m about half way done I start to get a bit sad that it is almost over. When I finish I am sad and my urge is to make another cup. Just today, just this time, and I start to think of justifications for it. The times I have 2 cups the second is NEVER quite right. It is too bitter or off somehow and more often than not it fucks with me, headache, weird blood sugar or something. The hard truth is I must wait 24 hours for this exquisite pleasure to happen again.
When I think if holidays with anticipation, that thing I’m looking forward to is the coffee. Food too, but seriously, it is mostly the coffee. Easter is drinking coffee while eating quiche. Fourth of July is an iced coffee while walking through the parade route. Thanksgiving calls for a cup while cooking, sometimes even two and then culminates in equal sips to bites of pumpkin pie and whipped cream. Christmas is 90% about coffee. It’s all I want. Birthday is likely to be celebrated with going out to a breve and in the afternoon to finish with an iced breve while walking in the park.
I get pretty over life at times. Kinda feel like nothing much good is headed our way, the best times are over, it’s only downhill. The thing that pulls me out of that, in addition to my daughter and now the grandbabe, is coffee. I always think, if I can enjoy that cup of coffee in my favorite mug, I’m happy for another day. Content. It sounds so stupid and cliche. I just fucking love it so much.
Now mine is done for the day and trying to choose a stock photo for this I’m losing my goddamn shit at the glorious pics of coffee. I’m gonna throw in this iced coffee pic, that sends shivers of desire through my whole body.
What is up with that second cup? It’s never good! Fuck that second cup!!!
My body is completely enslaved, but until very recently, I’ve been so disappointed in the flavors. But I finally found one I love, so now, though I’m not quite as obsessed as you sound, I do experience that deep satisfaction/instant longing for the next one you describe so well.