mommyice’s RanDom pLaY WiTh WoRds

Life can be a bitch when you know what’s happening but you don’t want to face it. I don’t have any idea when did I started becoming coffee addict. Just like everyone, my day’s not complete without it. I came to depend on the jolt it provides whenever I feel sleepy. People started calling me a coffee-junkie but refused to believe them anyway.

 

Maybe we could compare the same experience with falling in love. I never realize that I am into him so badly. I hated the idea that I have to depend on him. That every fight we had, I realized it serves as a spark that ignites what we really feel for each other. That I miss him whenever I don’t get to see him the whole day. That I gave him the power to have control on me. To hurt me. That sooner or later he’d lose interest on me. And I am powerless to stop it. Although he has told me a thousand times that that won’t happen. Ok, enough about this paranoia for now. I guess I should be blaming it again on coffee, shouldn’t I?

 

But coffee has good effects on our body, just as it has bad effects if you’ve taken too much. Well, what do you know! Same goes with love. If you loved a person too much and won’t reserve any for yourself, you’d end up nagging him/her. Until he/she suffocates. Until he/she chokes up. And you’d lose your individuality. And your sense of inner-self. And when he/she left, you’d end up broken. Shattered because you have no idea that you lose yourself while loving him.

 

Coffee, most of the time, is good for our health. If you’d take your supposedly daily dosage that is. Excess than what should be is another matter. Remember the old adage: Too much of something is bad. Just like the love quote: Too much love will kill you. Both of you.

 

Hey, maybe I am not a coffee-junkie after all. I can still discuss the pros and cons without being squeamish. Hmm. As of this writing, I am liking the coffee shop’s mellow ambiance….