My Coffee Addiction: A Love Story (With a Side of Guilt)

Daily writing prompt
What is your favorite drink?

In a nutshell: Coffee.

A white ceramic cup filled with hot coffee, emitting steam, resting on a wooden surface.

Let’s be honest, I’m not sure I can function without coffee. Seriously, I’m pretty sure my blood type is just plain caffeinated Starbucks coffee. I’m officially a coffee addict, and I’m not even remotely ashamed. Okay, maybe a little ashamed — on second thought, no, not really.

I’m fully aware that my relationship with coffee is probably not the healthiest. My doctor, if I actually had one, probably would sigh every time I walk in, and I’ve attempted to cut back more times than I can count. (Spoiler alert: it never lasts.)

In this age of instant everything, where we’re expected to answer emails faster than the speed of light, coffee is my trusty sidekick. It’s the only thing that can kickstart my morning routine from “zombie shuffle” to “semi-functional human.” Basically, it’s the fuel that keeps me from accidentally replying-all with a string of gibberish.

So yeah, I’m a coffee fiend. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. (Don’t judge me.)

5 Replies to “My Coffee Addiction: A Love Story (With a Side of Guilt)”

  1. Humorously honest! I enjoy the aroma of coffee, and I would enjoy a cup every now and then, but the caffeine, even in decaf, sends me into a frenzy. So no coffee for me, but I like hearing how much you enjoy it!

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