Addiction

Early in the morning, 7:00am, screaming “I’m broke!” in my head, I headed to a coffee shop almost automatically. To save money, of course, the best solution would be not to use money on any unnecessary expenses. Coffee is definitely not something that is crucial for me to purchase everyday. Being fully aware of that, nevertheless, I can not stop my feet moving towards any early opened coffee shop.

Not until I became an official adult, a university student, it was “prohibited” for me to take even a sip of coffee. Considering a proven fact that coffee, or to be precise, caffeine is not good for the development of the brain, for memory, my parents kept on telling me that I should not drink coffee until I graduated from the high school. Even with not very serious matters, I never thought of going against my parents not to insist fervently on doing something which I also know that is not profitable. For that, in spite of my deepest urge to drink coffee, I tenaciously waited for the graduation.

February, 2008. This was my revolutionary month. My high school life had finally come to an end! I was now an adult! Full of joy, whereas my friends went to dye their hair or to pierce their ears as a sign of “deviation” or “enjoyment of freedom,” I ran to a coffee shop and ordered my first coffee: Americano. The sweet-bitterness of the well roasted beans whirled in to my nose and wrapped around my tongue so sharply, yet gently that I nearly cried of happiness and even despair that I got to drink this “sacred juice” so late. It then became one of my goals to try all the drinks available to buy. I remember once, when I was to order “Americano” to enjoy with my sandwich. I was not really familiar with the names at the time and without realizing I had ordered “Espresso!” As soon as I saw the tiny coffee cup next to my huge sandwich, I first thought that the man had made a mistake. Before I embarrassed myself of asking, I realized that I had ordered a wrong drink! Still, it was quite enjoyable.

Being able to hear my parents’ voice saying that coffee is not good for my health, I limited myself from drinking no more than a small cup of coffee each day. However, as assignments piled up on my desk, coffee cups also started to level up beside it. It seemed as if though they were competing to see who would get higher up. After almost 3 years of this, now I find myself getting headache or feeling bloated when I don’t take any coffee on that day. For I know that it is really not good for my health and that I need to save money, I am going to put all my effort to reduce the amount first and eventually to cut it totally down.