I have been coughing my lungs out for the past four days now. The only thing that soothes this cough is a hot drink. So I have been drinking a lot of coffee lately just to soothe my throat so I don’t crack a rib as a result this evil coughing.
I just sipped my coffee (that has cinnamon cream and just a tad of sugar. Perfect mixture for a cold day such as today). Instantly, it made me feel better. Not just my throat, but I felt calm. I felt like, ok, let’s do something important now. Just over coffee.
So I thought about it in my head- I love coffee. I would date it if it was dateable. But I know nothing about it. I don’t know where coffee started. I don’t know the difference between certain beans. I don’t know what country has the best coffee and even the different kinds. I know three different coffees: Foldgers, Starbucks or Boston Stokers. (Haha). Anyways.
Another great thing about coffee. It is almost always perfect. I can’t really think of a time I just had bad coffee. And if I did, I poured it out and just tried another kind. Coffee is just good. I’ve never had a relationship with anyone quite like I do with coffee. And the great thing is, it’s not complicated. Coffee doesn’t know much about me and I don’t know much about it. But I know that I like it.
Other people don’t like coffee. Even though I left coffee and went to tea for quite some time, I find myself going back to coffee. Because with coffee, I have memories, it takes me somewhere else in my mind, I’ve loved it for so long, it brings comfort. These are things that tea could never do. And I’m content with coffee, I don’t really want tea to come in and try to it’s place.
I can feel the same way with music. No one was ever moved me like a good song has. I can say the same thing about a nice pillow. No one has made me feel comforted like one. I can feel the same way with a summer’s evening. No one has ever made me feel calm and serene quite like that.
Are you getting where I’m going? I’ve come to the revelation that people think too hard about relationships & the unimportant things that comes with it. Who cares about the small things. All that should matter is the way they make you feel when your with them. If it makes you feel good, then it’s right. Backgrounds, the past, the minor details don’t matter. You have to think, with coffee, I know that dirty hands were probably all over the beans and they were not cleaned with bleach/germ-x and somewhere along the line those beans were not clean. But does that stop me from drinking the coffee? No sir.
Find the beauty in the way things make you feel, not all the details.
If it doesn’t FEEL right, it’s not.
I’m going to go get a refill now.
I just sipped my coffee (that has cinnamon cream and just a tad of sugar. Perfect mixture for a cold day such as today). Instantly, it made me feel better. Not just my throat, but I felt calm. I felt like, ok, let’s do something important now. Just over coffee.
So I thought about it in my head- I love coffee. I would date it if it was dateable. But I know nothing about it. I don’t know where coffee started. I don’t know the difference between certain beans. I don’t know what country has the best coffee and even the different kinds. I know three different coffees: Foldgers, Starbucks or Boston Stokers. (Haha). Anyways.
Another great thing about coffee. It is almost always perfect. I can’t really think of a time I just had bad coffee. And if I did, I poured it out and just tried another kind. Coffee is just good. I’ve never had a relationship with anyone quite like I do with coffee. And the great thing is, it’s not complicated. Coffee doesn’t know much about me and I don’t know much about it. But I know that I like it.
Other people don’t like coffee. Even though I left coffee and went to tea for quite some time, I find myself going back to coffee. Because with coffee, I have memories, it takes me somewhere else in my mind, I’ve loved it for so long, it brings comfort. These are things that tea could never do. And I’m content with coffee, I don’t really want tea to come in and try to it’s place.
I can feel the same way with music. No one was ever moved me like a good song has. I can say the same thing about a nice pillow. No one has made me feel comforted like one. I can feel the same way with a summer’s evening. No one has ever made me feel calm and serene quite like that.
Are you getting where I’m going? I’ve come to the revelation that people think too hard about relationships & the unimportant things that comes with it. Who cares about the small things. All that should matter is the way they make you feel when your with them. If it makes you feel good, then it’s right. Backgrounds, the past, the minor details don’t matter. You have to think, with coffee, I know that dirty hands were probably all over the beans and they were not cleaned with bleach/germ-x and somewhere along the line those beans were not clean. But does that stop me from drinking the coffee? No sir.
Find the beauty in the way things make you feel, not all the details.
If it doesn’t FEEL right, it’s not.
I’m going to go get a refill now.
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