As vices go, I sadly have very few. I spend too much time on social media marveling and judging (not necessarily in that order) at the escapades of friends, family and acquaintances, often wondering how they can look themselves in the mirror some mornings. That I often wonder who ties their shoes for them is a whole ‘nother issue, but we can address that another time. As I sit here and realize that, at worst, my vice of choice is coffee. If addiction is a vice, then put that one in the “W” column for me.
I remember when my son was the smartest one in the room (that is, a pre- or soon-to-be- teenager), and I complained one day that I had a really bad headache because, for whatever reason, I had to go without caffeine for x-amount of time. He called me out as being an addict, and that my coffee fix was no worse than any other drug addiction. All this preachiness, from someone who would later spend the bulk of his cash on energy drinks. Judge me now, smart ass!
I like my coffee. I don’t like flavored coffee, or fancy coffee, or coffee that takes more than four words to order at Dunkin. Brewed, stove-top coffee is the best. One man’s opinion. One man with a blog, so that’s what matters.
The problem with coffee is that, every other week, there’s another study that says that caffeine is bad for you (I guess the good news is that, the following week, there will be a study countering the last one). An option is, of course, to drink decaf which, to me, is akin to drinking brown water…with a metallic aftertaste. I’ll take my chances with the real thing, thank you very much.
The Ladders recently ran an article entitled “4 Ways Caffeine Keeps You From Realizing Your Potential“. Go grab a fresh cup and have a read.
Photo credit to a fine human being who no longer judges my coffee addiction, www.danschenker.com