Coffee Coffee Coffee!

I have a bit of a love/hate relationship with coffee. I love the smell of it, I spend more time sniffing my coffee cup than I do actually drinking form it.

Part of the love stems from the smell, and part of it comes from it being a part of my family life (my entire family have fully fledged mini-cafe style coffee machines in our houses), uni life and Gilmore Girls.

But I'm also afraid of getting addicted to caffeine (like my dad is and my ex-boyfriend is) so I try not to drink it too much. It's the same reason why I'm so adverse to even trying cigarettes or weed or any other kind of drugs. I have an addicted personality, or at least my obsessions with [insert TV Show/Actor/Band/Book here] are any indication.

It makes me sad a little bit because good coffee can be amazing and I'm at least half-positive it's just the warmth and the smell rather than the caffeine itself that brightens my day some mornings.

Is denying myself a simple pleasure that may or may not become a problem should I become coffee-less (which is an unlikely situation in this day and age, lets be honest) really worth it? We all have our vices after all.

It's the same reason why I'm so adverse to even trying smoking or weed or any other kind of drugs. I have an addicted personality, or at least my obsessions with [insert TV Show/Actor/Band/Book here] are any indication.

Polyglot Wins #2

You know what blows my mind?

Punctuation is universal. 

The symbols they use might be different but a full stop always goes at the end of a sentence. 

It's stupid really that I always forget this.

Sarcasm too, that's not just an English construct either, as my French-speaking History teacher taught me when I asked. "Tu penses?" (you think?) she responded with a roll of her eyes.

It's probably pretty narrow-minded of me to think that this stuff doesn't exist in other languages, that metaphors and idioms and similes only exist in English. It just never occurred to me otherwise. 

Polyglot Problems #4

Fucking do not speak to me when I am dealing with the subjunctive.

Grown-up Problems

I'm really sad about being a grown-up.

Apart from the obvious reasons (moving out, bills, getting old, blah blah, etc.) I really like giving hickeys. And I feel like grown-ups don't give hickeys, that's not a thing that one does once they're a real adult. That's something teenagers do. But I didn't have a boyfriend as a teenager. Well, I did, briefly (he was definitely victim to my hickeys), but that relationship didn't last much longer than the hickeys did. 

So I'm sad, because what if I don't meet someone until I'm 25, when my hickeying days are over! 

Being a grown-up sucks. 

Regulars

Some regulars that come into work, I know their full name, their dogs' names, if they have kids (sometimes even their kids' names), what they get when they come in, their holiday plans, where they work, their brothers/sisters/parents/kids that also come in, essentially a whole chunk of their life story considering we're not actually "friends".

Other regulars I recognise when I see them every few weeks but I'm lucky if I know their dog's name.

I just think it's weird (and worth commenting on apparently) that I can see people equally as much but still not know anything about them. It's weird who you do have conversations/form relationships with and who you don't, even when the setting is exactly the same.