Sorry, Starbucks
I really am. I know I stopped calling, it just didn’t feel right. It’s not you, it’s me. I’m not in love with you anymore; everything happened so fast. I really need some time to figure things out, and I wasn’t looking for anything serious. I’m cheating on you with Diet Coke. This relationship should have ended a long time ago.*
I’m not going to drink coffee anymore. Not because that barista was mean to me a few months ago (corporate sent me two free drink coupons, thank you!), or because sometimes they mess up my drink (forgiveable if enough cinnamon is added). It has nothing to do with the people who sit in the non-smoking patio and smoke, or let their hairy, sweaty dogs sit on the really comfortable padded deck chairs and roll around on them. I also don’t much mind the bums that sit in front of the door so you can’t get in, or the customers in line who have chosen the day I’m in a rush to order coffee for their very first time.
Today I had one of the worst headaches of my life because of what I think was a caffeiene withdrawl - and I don’t want that to happen again. It put me to bed for two hours and I emerged in a trance-like state, still with the headache, unable to comprehend time and space. I wandered around my room trying to wake up until I went back to bed and slept for another hour. Not ok.
Sure, if I could afford to get coffee every day, I’d be fine. But since I can’t, having inconsistently, it every two days or so really messes with my system. I really only notice this when I feel like I “need” coffee, and the day spirals away from me at that point.
I’m going to try water and exercise as subsitutes, and still sneak in the occasional Diet Coke.
It’s been a great run, maybe we’ll meet again someday.
-Hayley
*all the terrible breakup lines that I’ve had used on me before! Except maybe the Diet Coke one, sort of. It’s both vindictive and sad to re-use them in this way, but I always sought revenge, no matter how passive.
