Coffe Addiction

Coffee addiction

Being addicted to coffee isn't all that bad, right? I mean, coffee only gives you energy, and what's the problem with being addicted to energy? ..........Except what history has shown us with the need....no, rather the demand for electricity these last few centuries.

Okay that might have seemed like a bit(potentially putting it mildly) of a long shot, but for those that feel that way; bear with me here, if you please. So, at first when electricity became available to(some, depending on your interpretation of the word) humans, it was seen (by once again some......) as novelty, something neat to have but not necessary......Until it became widespread(insert when everyone's_________ no is/has- meme here) because then there was ("some") people who said the "absolute"(if you think about it, almost if not every word can and or should have quotation marks) opposite. But the "minority's" opinion differed with time, recently, you could say that the minority has come to think that we consume too much______(in this case, I mean energy......or do I?..). And why do "they" think that(yeah, why do they think that? Do they even think that?)..... The source(?)..... Which is(?) depleting..... because "energy cannot be created nor(or?) "destroyed", only transformed from one form to another"(not an accurate quote(wasn't it?), but you get the gist(do you?(really?))) . But the "majority"(?) does not.

An addiction begins with thinking that you can handle it. And so did mine.... At first I thought the idea of drinking coffee was dumb through and through. But how could I be sure? So I tried it, and I hated it. But then came a time I thought I needed it and said: it can't hurt to just do it once, right? And I hated it......again....... But the question is; did I? And I was happier for it, but was I really? I started and stopped drinking coffee countless times, until a few months ago when I drank a little too much coffee and experienced the world in slow motion.... Or did it all fly by me? And I hated it.... Or did I love it? And said to myself and others around me that I would never drink coffee again, but I did, shortly afterwards until I experienced that same rush, for the same reason......? I thought about everything and nothing, came up with a trillion arguments and a trillion counterarguments and first after an hour(minute? Second? Year? Eon?) did I realise what I was doing and decided that I would never drink coffee ever again.... Until I remembered that I have done all of this once before and decided that I had to write down my thoughts..... If they even were my own...... So that others may not experience this unless they want to. If anyone would ever want to.

What defines a lie? That the person who told it did not believe it themselves? Or that they were incorrect?

Depending on who you are and when you are reading this you might think of me as the biggest lunatic ever, or the greatest genius.....

Genius=Ingenious??? Sane=/=Insane???