What does an addiction start out as? I wonder. I mean, do we just play with an idea or engage in an activity a few times to spark a slight obsession? Because I was confused as to why my thoughts kept on wandering to coffee.
It started innocently enough: the occasional cup here and there. I was a college student for most of my life you know. I was bound to be exposed to coffee at some point during that endeavor.
I can't recall my first taste of iced coffee. But whenever it was...well, it seems like a dark, faded memory now. The barb of iced coffee has sunk into my psyche and I have become....addicted.
So, I was pondering this the other day as my craving was getting, well, let's say: "especially noticeable." And I have determined that coffee (specifically iced coffee from starbucks: double cream, one sugar, and a splash of vanilla) has become more than just a simple addiction to it's caffeinated powers. While enticing, there remains a larger meaning.
Simply put: coffee releases happy memories in my mind. The mere smell is enough. I am transported back to college classrooms full of bustling minds and early mornings with crisp newspapers and fall days with cool air and orange pumpkins and special corners in coffee stores where I could sit for hours in a nook of earth tone paint.
I am reminded of relatives and their small houses that I would visit in the small town where I used to live. I think of favorite mugs and the simple comfort that comes from something warm in one's hand. I think of late nights...writing that endless paper. Coffee was sustenance. And now it is memory and something simple and aesthetically pleasing.
And so my pondering mind came to the conclusion that the senses of taste and smell can really invoke a memory...or a flood of memories in coffee's case. And how wonderful that something so simple can bring such a tickle of happiness that makes us stop and appreciate the intricacy of human life.
So, by all means, go drink some coffee.