wednesday
Writing prompt for today: Coffee. The one addiction I’m absolutely not willing to give up. I tried quitting for about a month a few years ago but felt like I couldn’t function. I have a hard enough time staying awake all day and without coffee it was much worse. Dave, Chloe and Johnny are all caffeine free and I think they look down on me a bit.
I just this moment finished downing my first cup of the day. Coffee made in Kathy’s keurig is much stronger than the weak black coffee I drink at home. I only need one cup here to get me going. I cut the keurig coffee here with coffeemate to make it palatable.
Coffee is just one of the “drugs” I use. Food in general, candy, sweets, wine, brandy and other strong stuff, pot, screens (phone and computer). Where does something cross over from being a pleasure I can enjoy to being a drug? My first husband thought I had a book reading addiction and it made him so mad he ripped up my books. Books for me back then were like my screens are for me now. For a while, when I first started to make fimo jewelry it was an addiction. I had to carry my tool and bead case with me everywhere and at the most unlikely times I’d escape into doing that. Company would come for a visit and instead of talking with them (social anxiety kicking in) I’d be sitting there stringing beads. I quit when I was 30 but for 14 years I smoked. A heavy smoker. 2 1/2 packs a day. What is it that makes it so hard for me to face life without a distraction, a “comfort”? I don’t know. I think I was born this way. I don’t blame anyone for having an addiction. How could I? Though there are some drugs I would never try. Because I know I very well might not escape if I started. I sucked my thumb till I was 6…
I just this moment finished downing my first cup of the day. Coffee made in Kathy’s keurig is much stronger than the weak black coffee I drink at home. I only need one cup here to get me going. I cut the keurig coffee here with coffeemate to make it palatable.
Coffee is just one of the “drugs” I use. Food in general, candy, sweets, wine, brandy and other strong stuff, pot, screens (phone and computer). Where does something cross over from being a pleasure I can enjoy to being a drug? My first husband thought I had a book reading addiction and it made him so mad he ripped up my books. Books for me back then were like my screens are for me now. For a while, when I first started to make fimo jewelry it was an addiction. I had to carry my tool and bead case with me everywhere and at the most unlikely times I’d escape into doing that. Company would come for a visit and instead of talking with them (social anxiety kicking in) I’d be sitting there stringing beads. I quit when I was 30 but for 14 years I smoked. A heavy smoker. 2 1/2 packs a day. What is it that makes it so hard for me to face life without a distraction, a “comfort”? I don’t know. I think I was born this way. I don’t blame anyone for having an addiction. How could I? Though there are some drugs I would never try. Because I know I very well might not escape if I started. I sucked my thumb till I was 6…