From time to time I struggle with deciding on a subject to write about. Some subject matter isn’t perfect for blogging, such as most of the stuff I write about. Most people who read blogs are interested in particular topics and they go to the related blog pages to read about the stuff they’re interested in. Anyone who happens to stumble onto my blog would be hard pressed to say what my blog is “about.” I generally write about anything that happens to motivate me to write. So when I say I struggle from time to time in finding a subject, that’s usually because the opportunities are almost limitless. I can write about anything I want. The only restraints are my own inhibitions and a personal aversion to confrontation.
So, working within my inhibitions and personal aversions, I write about almost anything that motivates me. And at this moment, coffee motivates me.
I drink coffee. Lots of it. Compared to most people I know, I drink way more. Now I know I’m not even close to being a champion coffee imbiber, but I do fairly well for a slight fellow approaching senior citizenship. I usually have 2 cups shortly after rising. During the week while I’m working, I have 2 more before lunch. I then have 1 or 2 more in the afternoon, depending upon my mood and my level of fatigue.
On weekends, I have 2 cups shortly after rising. I then have another 1 or 2 before lunch, and 2 or 3 in the afternoon.
I drink coffee black. No cream, no sugar, no flavors.
I like Starbucks coffee but cringe when I pay for it. I’ll drink nearly any brand or type; light, medium, or dark roast. Some coffee is better than others, but any kind will do in a pinch.
When I was a kid (starting about 6th grade), I’d have a cup of coffee at home once in a while. Back then, I liked it with milk and sugar. My mother used to drink coffee that way when she was a kid too. Her dad had few vices, and coffee was one of them. I have a few more vices than Grandpa did, but coffee runs in the family.
I’ve tried cutting back on my consumption. I’ve gone for a whole day without having a cup. But each time this happens, I find myself drinking more coffee when I start again just to make up for lost grounds. This used to happen when I stopped smoking for a while. When I fell off the wagon, I’d smoke up a storm for a few days. Smokers understand this symptom of the disease. Coffee drinkers do too.
I believe that we all must have a vice or two of some kind just to remain sane. Drinking coffee not only perks me up and makes me happy, it is one of the things that keeps me from going bonkers. I sure don’t want to go bonkers, so I’ll just keep right on drinking my coffee.
An old friend once told me that the only time coffee keeps him from falling asleep at night is when he knows there’s some left in the pot. That friend, when he was younger, could drink coffee into the evening hours and not miss a minute of sleep. I don’t do coffee past 10 p.m. In fact, I don’t do it past 6 p.m. except on weekends.
I can remember once trying to pull an all nighter in my college days of yore. I drank numerous cups of coffee, popped a couple of No Doz, lay down on the couch to rest for a minute and fell asleep for the night. I probably wouldn’t try that these days, but if I did I would not be able to sleep until sometime after noon the next day.
So now I’ve blogged about coffee, one of the very important vices of my life. Perhaps one day I’ll blog about the others. They’re on my list of potential subjects.