I’m a realist until after my third, fourth and fifth cup… then I’m drunk on love and hyped up on TRUE happy juice!
I take few things seriously, only a handful of things come with sit-downs and ‘no-shitters’. Don’t fuck with my cats or my coffee and you will get away unscathed. I need my coffee to function and it’s a serious situation that comes with sit-downs, no-shitters, stomping, crying, screaming, tearing out my hair and hating the world when I don’t have any. I’m rather unpredictable during caffeine withdrawal and it can look a great deal like I’m having another psychotic break. It’s normal for me to talk to Bunny; when I don’t have coffee for a few days I begin to touch her like she lacks object permanence and is going to flash out of existence, but it looks like I’m the Log Lady from Twin Peaks and she is my log. My conversations with her will become more desperate about how I’m concerned about her breathing. Her twitching eyes; perhaps she’s having an aneurysm? Her legs moving in her sleep, is she having seizures? She’s very patient and good natured but I’m convinced that on the second day she would more than willingly make me a cup of coffee herself to get me to leave her alone.
For the sake of Bunny, myself and my husband when he is at home, I take my coffee IV drip daily–just like my psych meds.
Inspiration: Bunny | Laura Cooper-Myers | Ben Myers | My Mom
My mom is who feed me coffee when it was still believed it would stunt your growth. I’m only 5’2″ because she didn’t want me to be taller than her; she purposely kept me the height of a pixie! Laura and Ben are always commiserating with my need for go-go-juice or trying to seduce me over to the darkside to drink their brand of coffee. So this #wisdomwednesday image was made with them in my head. And my business partner was lying on my desk twitching, blinking and breathing heavy–all of which is enough to convince me it’s time to have a late day coffee to mellow the hell out.
TA, y’all!
