Every now and then I decide to give up caffeine. Coffee specifically. However, it never lasts very long. Mostly because I try to be as healthy as possible so caffeine seems to be the less harmful of all my vices. So after a few days of , which let me just say is not even close to the same, I start to think that life is too short. Then I go back to drinking my morning coffee, quenching for more.
I went away this past weekend, my mornings were rushed, I didn’t have time for coffee. When I drink my coffee in the morning like most people I prefer to sit and enjoy it. If I can’t do that, I won’t drink it. Thus comes the point in time where I try and let it go. I fail miserably, but I do try. That’s something I can thank my grandfather for. His love for coffee lives on the inside of me.
I have not slept properly for years. I tend to fall asleep fairly quickly but am easily awakened by the smallest noise. And usually become wide awake sometime between two and four, If I am not sleeping by then. The worst part is that once I am resigned to being awake, I don’t reach for my phone to get in social media. The reason it sucks is that that’s all that people do nowadays. No one is going to get up with me or call me at four A.M. Everyone just sits on their phones scrolling endlessly. I used to spend hours on Facebook. And then I found more important things to focus on. I often think to myself, what are all these people doing with their lives.
Being away from my bed and without is the worst thing in the world. There was one thing that made my weekend a wee bit better and that was the company of good friends. Without them I don’t think I could bare traveling out of town in eight feet of snow, having a few drinks, and attempting to go on with my day as if I were still in my teen years. I need coffee to function properly and I am not ashamed of that.