Hi, My Name is Sally, and I'm an AddictIt's true. I am an addict. I thought I could quit whenever I wanted. I told myself that it was just something I did socially. But this weekend, when I found myself licking old coffee grounds out of a used filter, I had to come to terms with my full-blown caffeine craving. I believe Step 1 of recovery is admitting to my addiction on humzoo.
Until recently, I only drank coffee as a way of forcing my body into unnatural and unhealthy states of consciousness, like during all-night study sessions. And even then, what I drank wasn't coffee so much as coffee-flavored sugar crystals. I dumped so much sweetener into my cup in order to cover up the coffee taste that I had to eat it with a spoon. A coffee slushie. WD-40 coffee.
But since starting a PhD program this past fall, all-nighters have become the rule rather than the exception. I started relying on coffee more and more to get me through to the next class, the next presentation, the next paper. And somewhere along the way I began to like the taste of coffee - the blacker the better. I graduated to complete chemical dependency when I got my first caffeine headache about a month ago (I always thought those were a myth). I also bought a coffee maker in order to be able to feed the demon at any time of the day or night.
Now I keep my fridge stocked with no fewer than 6 different kinds of coffee.
Coffee connoisseur or java junkie?
Fortunately, caffeine is a socially accepted addiction. I can legally get my fix at almost any street corner in America. However, it's not without its hazards. The quest for caffeine has led me to enter into places filled with people who are: A) wearing Bluetooth headsets; B) mediating on the "human condition;" or C) writing the next great novel on their MacBook. It also causes you to speak in tongues, uttering such nonsense words like "venti." But for you, coffee, I'll do it.