Aug 09, 2009 21:51
Desperate times call for Starbucks, and Starbucks never fails. I'm pressured to keep it that way, or else I might stop believing in its magic, and then what will I do in desperate times? There's just something about the caffeine, the atmosphere, the computer running on battery, I don't really know. Something just makes me work better and faster when I am there (or really, just work at all).
There was a time when I would only pass by on depressing January days after school to ask my mom to buy me a peppermint hot chocolate (only to find that they'd stopped selling the drink because Christmas was over). There was a time when I would buy their corned beef pandesal just because I was too shy to sit there alone with nothing to do. But more and more, I became dependent. Starbucks has saved me in times of great need. It doesn't matter that their coffee isn't all that great and that everything is overpriced. Taste and price are irrelevant when one is desperate.
One day I will be one of those cliche first-time novelists who spend their days in Starbucks just writing.
If I don't, I will settle for becoming a marketing genius better than the one who brainwashed me into choosing Starbucks every time, without even thinking.