To the best of my knowledge, I'm not addicted to anything.
Sure, there are lots of things I crave: bagels on a Saturday morning, Brewers baseball 162 days a year, a 3G iPhone ... but I'm not mentally or physically addicted to anything.
Except, maybe, coffee.
I mean, I don't drink it every single day, but whenever I can, I do. I don't freak out if I go a few days without it, but I'll always pour myself a cup if someone makes it -- and I'm the first to suggest to a coworker that we grab a quick cup before 9:30 or so if there isn't any brewing on site.
The other day, as I saw a full pot sitting in our office kitchenette, I noticed my mouth watering. Literally, watering. And that's when I thought I might be addicted.
On the other hand, maybe I'm just blissfully living in denial.
Again, I can function just fine without coffee, though I function much better with it. I'm not addicted to any other caffeinated beverage, that much I know. I could take or leave soda or tea.
But as for coffee, I'm a late bloomer, and I'm a java snob.
I thought the stuff tasted like poison until I turned 19. I remember that summer very well. My friends and I spent a ridiculous amount of time at the Coffee Trader on Downer, and I was always the guy drinking tea. Then, in a meeting at my internship at Johnson Controls, someone came around offering coffee. I sheepishly asked for tea, and the whole room shot me a stunned look.
I vowed, then and there, to learn to like coffee.
I went back to my cubicle and poured myself a 16-oz. cup, black. I forced it down, and I remember it tasted like liquid death. But when I finished the cup, I drank another.
That night, I went back to the Coffee Trader and had about eight more cups. Never before did I know the magic of caffeine. I never looked back.
Fortunately, I learned to enjoy coffee by drinking the good stuff, so gas station coffee, Folgers, McDonald's coffee -- they do nothing for m…Read more...