Coffee?

 Why do we enjoy coffee? Why do we sit in Cafes? 

To listen to something like "All I've Ever Known · Bahamas" and ruminate about the life you wish to have?
May be not. May be you have a different reason. That being said, there is a pleasure about sipping an overpriced drink laced with sugar and a kitschy slow/low background music playing around to keep you company.
This makes you feel like you have a halo, not around your head but around your thoughts; Around your life which has slipped through your hands like sand. This reminds you about someone. This reminds you about yourself; When you were someone different.

Or else, you are just a pretentious braggart buying your expensive coffee to distract your mind away from the senseless chatter you keep recycling in your head.

No, I'm not putting people on different rungs or putting anyone/anything on a pedestal. This is just me listening to "All I've Ever Known · Bahamas" on a Saturday morning and reminiscing about the times I hopped around the city to visit the new quaint coffee/tea place to idle away my time or to meet the next ... you know who? *sigh*

A lot definitely happened when I had coffee.  

Leaving you with the song which made me write this (below)


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Where there is an entrance, there is usually an exit

When you are someone like me, with a switch 'ON' button but no 'OFF' button, you are bound to gravitate towards lines by Murakami like 

“Where there is an entrance there is usually an exit. That’s the way things are made. Mailboxes, vacuum cleaners, zoos, salt shakers. Of course there are exceptions, Mousetraps, for instance.”

If I have to tell you the truth, I don't have any qualms about my obsessive personality. In the software parlance, I would like to term it as a feature not a bug. Of course, there are times you wish that there was a way out, the so called 'exit'. 

The art of distancing yourself from things at the perfect time is something which requires certain strand of cold-heartedness, which yours truly lacks. There are just quite a few times I have been able to say the perfect 'Good-Bye' with mathematical precision of a well-aimed projectile. Those incidents still haunt me more than I ever cared while executing my acts. 

Be it the quaint neighbourhood cafe, breakfast cereal, a new brew of tea, someone special...you get the drift? I have a bad habit of obsessing over them till I get a closure of sorts. As I don't practise moderation in the acts of heart, I drift apart from them too. Perhaps, that's my exit? No! It's more like death. Exit is something which starts another day, something like 'light at the end of the tunnel'. The way I part is more like a butcher bludgeoning an animal to death.

Few years back, Alpha & I were discussing about addiction. 
Alpha asked , "How to stop this habit of sipping diet coke?"
"Simple, order ~100 of them and finish them in 3 days" I replied
"Wow! Even I follow a similar plan to get off a bad habit, just do it so many times, you get bored of it. More like you overflow the process of quenching your cravings. Like capillary effect, it just adjusts the contact angle and no more of it overflows" added Alpha

And in the words of Haruki Murakami,
“All things should have both an entrance and an exit. That’s just the way it is.”