And when I say ‘stimulation,’ I’m not talking about anything sexytimes related.
I mean the rush. Any rush will do.
When I was 12, my grandmother gave me a cappucino machine for Christmas. She lived in Rhode Island so it arrived as a package in the mail. (exciting) I’d recently discovered coffee, and it was so fascinating because it was such a “grown-up” thing to do, like shaving one’s legs. Up until the cappucino machine, I’d scrounge together enough money to buy a coffee at the mall on random occasions.
I unwrapped and assembled the machine. It would be regarded as unimpressive in this day and age, some 18 years later. But…. It was fabulous, and even included a steam/froth sidepeice. I learned how to operate the machine, and realized how this changed everything. My caffiene consumption was, for the first time, without boundaries. And so, I brewed cup…after cup…after cup. One after the other, I drank. Even when I got shaky, I brewed on. The unpleasant side effects of too much caffiene were tolerable because for once, I could focus on doing something.
My cappucino binges lasted for a few months or so, then I got distracted, and forgot all about the cappucino machine.
Until a few days ago, I forgot all about my earliest experience going overboard with a stimulant. My sister reminded me about the cappucino machine when she heard a friend at work gave me a Nescafe Dolce Gusto. I’m not sure why neither of my parents intervened. I tend to think, they were not paying much attention.
The Nescafe Dolce Gusto. I haven’t given a shit about coffee lately and am clueless about any type of coffee/cappucino/expresso machine fancier than the standard el cheapo kind one may use at a hotel.
It’s been a week now that I’ve been strung out. There’s iced cappucino, regular, expresso, lattes….all sorts of fun to be had. I don’t know why I do this.
My head is killing me.