Early mornings haven’t been the same since I quit the coffee. I used to head strait to the maker of that black liquid first thing in the morning to see if there was a fresh pot . Now my body’s response is……….Why am I awake?….For that matter why am I alive? Ah the symptoms of withdraw .Headache!!!,Lethargy!!!,Irritability!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.
Why give up a wonderfully versatile, delicious drink that gives you energy and is legal , you may ask ? Well, because it has a hold on me. The same way cigarettes and other addicting substances have had and, I refuse to be addicted to anything. Except for maybe comic books ……or the creative process….or love.
I gave up coffee years ago when I found out about caffeine’s restrictive effects of the small capillaries. Specifically the ones surrounding the sex organs. And let’s face it I don’t want to be cutting off the blood flow there. But in the search for monetary enlightenment I started driving commercial vehicles……..over the road……..overnight……to make a long story short….Hello truck stop at 3am ….Hello disgustingly burnt energy in a cup.
Now life on the road was burning me at both ends and my addicting personality was getting familiar with the savory sweet varieties of the truck stop coffee.Now lets face it. when your sleepy…I mean really sleepy, coffee doesn’t keep you awake . It just provides you with a burst of energy that helps you vent you frustration in unproductive ways.
What had happened to me was the same thing that happens to any junkie when they go to get their fix. I made an excuse for this java binge and held tight to those beliefs. So that I could fulfill that addiction that has haunted me since the day I first put the soothingly warm aromatic sip through my lips and feel it warm my inner being the only way a warm liquid can.
Fast forward to today. Withdraw….. Tea, it’s not void of caffeine, so why is my body changing in the same ways it did the first time I quit? This is the question I ask myself but I am to lethargic in my thinking to go explore the differences .
But, I think I know why. I don’t drink 2 pots of tea a day. One or two cups in the morning occasionally one later in the day. Thats why . Coffee’s addictive power over me keeps bringing me back for more like a crack head with a credit card. If it is there i’m getting it.
Let’s face it I probably wont ever stop drinking coffee for good. It is ingrained in our culture to much. It’s everywhere. We have coffee flavored candy for java’s sake. It’s an addiction that we are proud of. “GOTTA HAVE MY COFFEE”.
“GOOD TO THE LAST DROP” ”THE BEST PART OF WAKING UP IS FOLGERS IN YOUR CUP”. I guess that must be what an alcoholic feels like in the world .. Bud Light on every billboard a Papst blue ribbon in every window. The things that we do to our selves .
In the meantime I’m going to see this withdraw through. Maybe try to get a little healthier even if it is only a mental state.
So till next time Have a cup for me.