Without you...

....my brain doesn't function.

Hello. Today we discuss coffee. Why? Because it's 10am, I haven't gotten my hit yet and I'm glaring at my mug wishing it would make the coffee cool quicker rather than just trick me because I'm the genius that bought the vacuum walled cup.

In my tired state, all bleary eyed, I can't help but recall a simpler time... a time when I was young and had no concept of what coffee "actually" did to you. Sure, I knew it gave you energy, it was "addictive"and so on and so forth but I had next to no idea about the giant brown rainbow that is the magnificent "technically-not-a-bean".

Oh my god it took me 20 minutes to get this far in the entry. Ok, story time. Let me tell you about how coffee trapped me.

Imagine this: It's a sunny Suva morning and in a little cafe a young mum sits with her two children. They brunch over burgers and platters. The mum sips her cappuccino after her children share the foam. As time passes, her son grows out of the foam. Her daughter gets to have the whole thing. Then she sips a little of the coffee. Even later, the mum gets fed up of her goddamn daughter drinking half her coffee before she gets it so the next week she orders two.

I am pretty sure I wasn't yet a teenager. When I had to take an overseas trip with my dad and brother so the two of us siblings could get our tonsils out, we went by Starbucks when we were walking around the city. I was not allowed coffee... even though I had probably been drinking the stuff going on a few years. It broke my heart to venture to my child-brain's Mecca of Coffee and not yet to see and taste the drink from such a holy place... but I've gotten over it, I swear.

No really! When my brother and I were in Melbourne last year (for different reasons), we met up at a Starbucks between our two hotels. I got there a little ahead of him and ordered a Matcha Latte. Yup. Tea. Green Tea. Green weird Japanese style-y tea... with milk in it. At my former Coffee Mecca.

I've come a long way. While coffee trapped me, I broke free and made it my bitch. Or sub. Whichever is a more appropriate term in this day and age.

I'm still not awake.