I laugh at your oversized thumbs foolish human...

So, I had a great revelation in my lecture this morning. Actually, the revelation itself wasn't THAT great, but it was a revelation all the same, one which has sort of raised my own awareness of my addictions.

In the past it has been widely noted that I, like many of my peers, am heavily reliant on the effects of caffeine to get on with my day. Without it I would suffer from a whole list of debilitating problems, ranging from headaches and fatigue to being downright irritable, trust me, I know this from previous experience... stupid Lent.

But anyway, I'm sat in my lecture on Molecular Orbital Theory, a lecture which explained a topic in greater detail, a topic which no-one actually rightly understood the first time they taught it to us. Luckily this lecturer as well as being very academically gifted, has a certain disarming charm that makes these big topics easy to swallow. I'm sat writing my notes and occasionally flicking through the news on my phone when a guy walks in at exactly 10.30am and sits next to me.

He's holding a vending machine coffee, initially I just sat and thought to myself "30 minutes late to lecture but had the time to stop for coffee aye?", but then I realised this happens to me almost everyday and consequently told off my brain for being ridiculous.
But then there was the smell. Oh the smell. The smell of cheap and probably awful coffee, but coffee none the less, wafting from his cup and creating a rich and tasty blanket all around me. Thanks coffee man, as if I needed more reason to not pay attention to my lecture.

After my lecture I quickly ran to our local branch of Costa and bought myself a medium vanilla latte. While sat drinking my coffee I realised that it wasn't so much the effect of the caffeine on my system that I loved about coffee, but just the coffee itself, the smell, the taste, it. is. heavenly.
Maybe this is just the sort of logic that I'd deride smokers for using, the kind that tells me that I do actually love the thing I'm addicted to for other reasons than just the fact that I'm addicted to it. But I really do.

And I for one think that's a good thing. I came aqay from Costa £2.75 lighter, with a bad taste in my mouth and slightly cold, because I had foolishly decided to sit outside, but altogether very happy with my purchase. The cynic in me is saying that I'm just looking on it favourably now because the caffeine is now beginning to take effect, but I'm seriously thankful that I took the time out to have that coffee.

Ahhhh, it really is all about the little things in life.

I'd just like to point out that I really did try my very best to write that post while in Costa itself, out of desire to not rush my coffee I usually end up doing something mindless on my phone in coffee shops anyway. However upon getting one sentence in, my phone keyboard began to reject my thumbs for the imprecise creatures that they are. Never again will I cross you while trying to enjoy my coffee in peace keyboard. Never again.