Aaaaaaah.. addiction..
I am a caffine junkie (as are many of you). But the true measure of my addiction is illustrated by office coffee. At my last two jobs, there has been coffee in the breakroom. Bad, really, really foul smelling and foul tasting coffee. I normally drink tea, but having cut my soda intake greatly, today I needed the caffine punch of coffee.
With every sip I winced at the bad taste. Even complained.
Then took another sip.
Wash. Rince. Repeat.
Because some part of my brain *craved* the caffine payload. This has to be similar to what junkies go through. Take a hit. Wince at the smell, taste, and pain that comes with it, then relax into the euphoria until the immediate effect wears off. Then, with full knowledge of the upcoming taste and smell, ya go right back to it.
But now that I've got my fix out of the way, I should remain functional till quitting time.
With every sip I winced at the bad taste. Even complained.
Then took another sip.
Wash. Rince. Repeat.
Because some part of my brain *craved* the caffine payload. This has to be similar to what junkies go through. Take a hit. Wince at the smell, taste, and pain that comes with it, then relax into the euphoria until the immediate effect wears off. Then, with full knowledge of the upcoming taste and smell, ya go right back to it.
But now that I've got my fix out of the way, I should remain functional till quitting time.