I wonder what percentage of the population has a caffeine problem? My deal is not that I have a problem with caffeine, but rather, I have a problem without it.
Teenagers don’t get enough sleep. It’s just a fact. On a good night I might manage around seven hours, regardless of what the latest magazine article recommends. Before caffeine ambled into my life, I struggled to stay awake during the first few classes of the day. Now, I’ve perked up, more productive and “eager to learn”.
On school mornings, I’ll get up at the very latest possible. No, like I’m not kidding. Some kids call “the very latest possible” half an hour before they need to be out of the house.
If school starts at 8:30 and it takes half an hour to drive to school, I’ll have to leave by 8AM, and I’ll typically wake up around 7:50-7:55. I’ll manage the essentials (brush my teeth, put on clothes, pack my bag, and go downstairs). If nothing else, I’ll grab an apple and a cup of coffee or tea.
Despite being extremely sensitive to caffeine, I have come to love the buzz of this chemical as it surges through my veins during its 9-to-5 workday.
The bitterness of plain coffee makes me shiver with disgust; I can only have my coffee sickeningly sweet.
But is that all coffee is to us? A thermos that tags alongside you the first few hours of the day? A cup that rejoices at your sleepy presence with billowing steam clouds?
No, it’s an excuse to convene, to sit across from someone gripping a cup and talk about the future, the past, and everything in between, amidst small sips and chuckles.
Since the establishment of coffeehouses during the Enlightenment back in Europe a few hundred years ago and the explosion of coffee and java as major exports, coffee has gone global.
Yet it still remains a local concept to me, because oftentimes when I sit and daydream, letting my mind wander over a cup of coffee, I rarely ponder its origin.
Between tea and coffee, I can’t settle the ages-old debate over which one reigns supreme; I’ll gladly indulge in both on lazy weekends. In the morning, I’ll have either chai tea or coffee, both with creamer (yes, even creamer in my tea), brought along with me to school in a cute little thermos.
Tea tastes great both sweetened and naked, and there’s nothing than feeling calm and peaceful grasping a warm cup of it.
Caffeine used to be a luxury for me. I’d order a mocha frappucino on the hottest of summer days and indulged, but now I consume it on a regular basis and I find that my living standards have increased.
I get bubble tea on the regular. A popular Asian trend that’s taken flight in the States, bubble tea chains have popped up all over the place.
Between my friends and I, I’ve found that it has an acquired taste.
You’ll either love it or hate it, and I recently joined the fan club a few years ago when I started ordering it daily while at debate camp.
My mom thinks my relationship with caffeine is unhealthy; she calls it an “addiction.” Even though I insist on a cup ever morning, lots of hardworking adults and adolescents alike need it to function properly amidst all of life’s daily struggles.
I know a dude that used coffee to free himself from his addiction to soda. Go you, Aaron.
Besides, even if I am addicted, why is this an issue to be addressed now? There are more pressing issues at hand.