Unlike your average joe, I can’t function without a cup o’ joe -apparently (see what I did there?). Not my proudest feature. HOWEVER, i’m reducing my cup count from 6 to 2. Working on it!
‘gotta start somewhere, no?…
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I drink a troubling amount. While I can’t justify the overbearing caffeine consumption, I CAN clarify my crazy, charming connection with coffee.
Contrary to popular belief, caffeine’s kick doesn’t phase me (hence why I don’t use it to stay awake for any occasion). Whenever I tackle a task, I drink coffee as a mental motivator, rather than a “brain pang” if you catch my drift.
I’ve always admired the classic (weekday) Manhattanite, sipping his or her coffee, sprinting down FiDi en route to work. Moreover, the ones in and out the coffee shop, dashingly minding their own business, exuding motivation.
The streets are brimming with dreamers, clutching java.
Their aura screams cool, classy, and confident. And the funny thing is, these fine locals probably overlook the coolness they possess. They inspire me to work hard and stay driven.
Oh, New Yorkers. They get me.
So to answer your question: I drink coffee for aesthetic purposes. For the sake of tapping my inner New Yorker. With every sip, i’m reminded of the city’s chaotic conduct, and the abnormally captivating rush of the streets. Manhattan on my mind.
When days hit a certain low, I reach for coffee to stimulate the spirit and reset that go-getter mindset radiating from the Big Apple. Manhattans’s motivating magic gets me through the day. All thanks to coffee, i’m reminded of the constant hustle, hope, and hurrah that made me fall in love with the city in the first place.
So there you have it! I rarely ever rely on coffee for anything; rather, as a quirky reminder of the city’s character to stimulate my day-to-day.