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Recently (i.e. within the last several weeks), I have found myself increasingly indulging in taking multiple coffees throughout my morning. This blooming habit marks a departure from the typical taking of a singular morning coffee, a ritual I have found myself engrossed within the maw of for years, what does this mean?
I suspect this departure is not just a departure from a familiar habit but an abandonment ritual propriety. Meaning, that the taking of my morning coffee has ceased to be a habit borne solely from the love of the ritual itself but rather (and more sinisterly) a habit borne from a genuine need of caffeination before I commence my day proper.
The why of this transition from love of ritual to need of substance can be chalked up to multiple factors. Unfortunately, none of these factors are all too interesting. And further, the point here is not one of why. My point is simply to remark what has already been stated, that I — like many — have become somebody who needs their morning coffee, I am dependent on the substance, a portion of own agency surrendered to this habit. The ritual propriety of the event has become of secondary importance to the substance itself. Agency sacrificed for pleasure or maybe for some grander feeling of productiveness. Not all too chuffed.
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☕Idk why I really decided to do this but I went a whole week without having coffee. Mind you, I usually drink 2 cups a day which seems pretty like average if you ask me.
So the week before, I started weaning off by only having 1 cup of coffee a day to try and minimize any withdrawal symptoms and it kinda worked! No headaches or anything that unpleasant for me, it was just really hard to focus and concentrate for a couple days. But after that it was pretty cool to not need any coffee to get through the day and work week. For some reason I was also a lot more mindful about my fluid/water intake as well.
Anyways, my break ended today with me making a cup with my sweet Aeropress lmao. If there's anything I learned from this experience, it's that I don't need coffee but it can also be a nice addition. After all, coffee/caffeine is so normalized and ingrained in our culture and routines. It's nice to be able to participate in that social phenomenon. Going forward I plan on being more mindful and intentional with my consumption. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.
Anyways, my break ended today with me making a cup with my sweet Aeropress lmao. If there's anything I learned from this experience, it's that I don't need coffee but it can also be a nice addition. After all, coffee/caffeine is so normalized and ingrained in our culture and routines. It's nice to be able to participate in that social phenomenon. Going forward I plan on being more mindful and intentional with my consumption. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.
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☕The other day, for external reasons beyond my control, I couldn't drink coffee all day. In the middle of the morning my head started to hurt and in the afternoon I started to have a fever. I think my body is addicted to caffeine, but I don't care, I was born because of my mother and I will die because of coffee.
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