I started a new internship last week. It’s really good, I like it a lot, the people are all really nice. Blah blah blah. That’s not what this post is about.
On my first day my boss offered me some coffee and to be polite, I accepted. I don’t drink coffee. I’ve had a sip here and there and hated it immensely. Also, my mom is the only person I ever get coffee for and she drinks it with “cream, no sugar”, so that’s what I asked for when my boss asked. It was total instinct, I didn’t even think about it. Had I thought about it I would have said “Sugar, no coffee”. Dumb.
Well since last week I’ve been thinking a lot about my interesting relationship with coffee, and it turns out that my favorite show, as usual, knows exactly how to handle the situation. Gilmore Girls, preach.
My turbulent relationship with coffee actually started last year when someone at Starbucks accidentally put some coffee in my doubly chocolate chip frappuccino (yes, that’s my drink at Starbucks), and I suffered through it only because there were still giant chunks of chocolate in the drink. I spent the rest of the day acting like this:
And my friends were all like:
And all I could do was be like:
So I avoided coffee for the next year or so. That brings us to last week.
My boss offers me a cup and I’m like:
I dared. And then I spent the next week and a half thinking endlessly about how I downed an entire mug of unsweetened coffee. Even when it got cold! I lost myself. I really did.
Throughout the week I would catch whiffs of other people’s coffee and suddenly get the urge to drink some of my own. I didn’t even enjoy the coffee that much–I drank it because I didn’t know how to say no–and yet the smell triggered some animalistic need within me to have more.
I resisted for as long as I could out of fear of myself. Everyone I know is so addicted to caffeine that they can’t start their day until they’ve had a cup of coffee. I don’t need that kind of dependence in my life.
Also, there’s only room in my heart for one hot beverage, and that spot belongs to hot chocolate.
But then today happened. I needed to know. I just needed to know if these feelings were real. So I went to a cafe on my lunch break and ordered a mocha (because it has chocolate in it, obviously). Yes, that’s right. I PAID for coffee.
And then I felt all light headed and woozy for the rest of the day. I swear, coffee really is a drug.
I know that’s not the normal reaction to coffee. But clearly we just don’t mix. So now I know. Coffee: not for me. I tried it. I gave it the ole’ Gilmore Girl try, but I just don’t have the taste for it like Rory and Lorelai. Oy with the poodles already, ya know?
At least there are still a few things Gilmore Girls and I still agree on.
Thank you, Gilmore Girls, for always knowing just how I’m feeling.