I've gone my whole life without ever needing coffee. When I was in my late teens and early 20's I would sometimes drink it. The fancy sweetened ones like Pumpkin Spiced latte. I like the smell of it and the flavor, I don't mind a nice dark roast coffee, black. I like coffee ice cream and walking past coffee shops and being in the elevator with others who have fresh hot coffee in to-go mugs.
I just don't drink it. I don't like the caffeine. That's the same reason I stay clear of Dr. Pepper (which I love) and Pepsi. I also went through a diet coke drinking stage. I don't touch energy drinks. I don't need it. I have enough balled up energy vibrating inside me that when I get anything like that in my system when I haven't had a good sleep and a decent meal, I spin out of control and have a panic attack. True story. Oh and I can't do decaf either.
So with that being said, I don't do the coffee thing very often but I often day dream that I did. There is something about socially acceptable addictions that bring people together. We all like to belong to something and coffee is something that just about anyone can do..
I explored coffee a few years ago. Once. At a coffee shop near my house (deVille) that I fell in love with but it disappeared down the street. And now, as I toy with travel plans I think about when I go to Italy and how I must be ready to have coffee. I must. It's part of the experience and the romance. The good news is the darker the roast the less caffeine so I imagine that coffee in Italy might be a bit better for me. Otherwise, I'll be spinning like a top spouting out pigeon Italian I learned from my grandpa.
Much gets done in coffee shops and I want to be in on it.
It was a pleasant cafe, warm and clean and friendly, and I hung up my old water-proof on the coat rack to dry and put my worn and weathered felt hat on the rack above the bench and ordered a cafe au lait. The waiter brought it and I took out a notebook from the pocket of the coat and a pencil and started to write. ~ Ernest Hemingway
When I go for coffee I usually get a steamed milk. I have one of two of those a day, it makes my body so happy! Full fat. But I can tell, it's not the same. I often have to repeat my order to the person behind the counter, unless I've become a regular. Sometimes it's just easier to order an herbal tea. I never have to repeat and send back a peppermint tea.
The atmosphere in many coffee shops is therapeutic. There is one near me that has these huge windows and they open them out so that people on the street are walking right by you. You feel the traffic. You feel in the middle of things and I find it all very calming. I like to be a part of that. But I really am not. I'm a poser with my hot milk or herbal tea. I don't need to be there, I don't need my liquid whatever in the morning. I'm there because I like to be and it's just not the same and all the coffee people know that because my hands are too steady.
and that is my thoughts on coffee.