You gotta love coffee
I have never been a coffee person. Yes, yes, I know. This goes against the instinct of every proper writer out there whose source of life, passion and inspiration comes in the form of a cuppa with enough caffeine to fill every vein within them. It’s how writers work, it’s how they function.
But something about that bitter concoction never appealed to me. You can blame my mother who, despite being a coffee lover herself, banned me from drinking coffee (and alcohol) so that by the time I turned 18, I would have been too attached to my favourite Milo and tea to really open my heart to new flavours.
I suppose, in this sense, I had always been the “outsider” kid who never quite caught up to the proper fads that would have made me popular the right way. Teen dramas? Pfft. Give me my anime . A Walk to Remember? Excuse me, Harry Potter please.
In the same line: Starbucks? Pfft. I’d rather go to Gong Cha. Or at least, that’s what I could say only when bubble tea chains became popular. Before that, I had no popular drink fad to follow. I like tea. I like milk. But there was no big brand that properly combined my favourites until brands like Chatime and Gong Cha arrived.
Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate coffee. I’m just very indifferent to its existence. I don’t long for it, I can function fine without it, and the one time I drank black coffee out of thirst after dinner, I fell asleep just fine. Coffee had no effect on me, and I remain the weird one out for not being able to properly worship the overpriced beverage that everyone around me continuously raves about.
That was until I found myself badly craving for it at one of my past jobs when an ex-colleague made herself a cup of instant white coffee. The strong coffee smell as she walked past me had me salivating, and I sat up, looking at her almost jealously. We had been stressing out for the past few days due to work. It was past 7pm and we all knew we had a long night ahead in preparation for an upcoming event. My desire to have what she was having grew imminent.
“You know you can get a cup yourself at the pantry?” she told me.
Preposterous! I thought to myself. Why would I want coffee? I have never been into it before, and I have always been strangely proud and embarrassed of my disinterest in coffee, so why am I at the pantry, taking an instant white coffee packet and grabbing a mug?
It was probably the most compelling moment of my life had there been witnesses of people who could truly appreciate the moment with me. I can imagine the friends who know me either cheering me on, or more than likely, teasing me for being out of character at that very moment. Michelle drinking coffee? Seriously? Did an alien implant a new personality into your brain? Have you gone cuckoo already due to work? Have you finally succumbed to our side to worship the great coffee?
To answer them all: Yes. Yes. No. Maybe. Definitely not.
Because after drinking that delicious concoction that perked me up and had me all giddy because “OMG WOW I DRANK COFFEE AM I AN ADULT NOW?” (I think the stress of work warped my senses on that day), it took another year before I craved it again and drank another cup. And it wasn’t really much of a craving other than me needing something hot to drink and I found myself missing the taste of instant white coffee.
I still do not enjoy going to Starbucks that much (my favourite drink from them is only the Green Tea Latte, and even now I’m considering making my own) and I still do not like the really bitter taste of coffee. But I suppose, just as how I feel about alcohol, I don’t mind having it once in a while and can appreciate it when I’m in the right mood.
So maybe when the mood strikes, I may finally cave in and drink really bitter coffee. And the caffeine would actually affect me enough to start worshipping it as a proper writer should. Maybe it’ll finally give me the power up to become a better writer than I am now!
Naaaaaah. *fills up her bottle of water, like the cheapskate that she is*