Coffee measurements

My relationship is based on coffee. It loosens our tongues, it opens us up. We sit, have a coffee and straighten everything out. If he says: 'Shall we go and have a coffee?', I know it's time to gather our thoughts and make a next step in the day, sometimes in life. We have a coffee when we meet and we have one before grievous goodbyes. After goodbyes I have a lonely coffee at the airport.

We can enjoy our occassional coffee at home, but if things are really serious, then we go out and have one somewhere else. In worst occasions, we skip lunch and only have the black bitter. A cigarette indicates we're on the edge.

Today we haven't had coffee yet. I wonder what he's thinking, whether there is no need to talk.

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todo esta en la mente

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Now it was sure: I had to get rid of it. It was ruling my life, it was governing my thoughts, it was freaking me out. I wanted it out, gone, deleted, destroyed or simply smoothly removed from my apartment. I tried everything. I started the new year with good intentions, I tried again at the first full moon, did yoga, gave in to sweets, but absolutely nothing did the trick. It seems I had a persisting addiction and all my inspiration had died to make it sweep away.
'Acknowledge it, accept it and let it go', friends advised.
'Get busy', someone else said.
'Get a life', someone else thought.
'I'll deal with it', I answered.
So if it would be unmistakably get in my way, it'd better do it in style. On a breezy Friday I walked over to a decent shop near my house and purchased the most expensive and qualitative coffee I could find. At least I was drinking the good stuff now.
But the guilt remained. And the bigger the guilt, the plentier the cups.
By the time the weekend had passed demons overruled and I punished myself by drinking multiple shots in a row. It was at the fourth cup that it started to dawn on me: I felt not chased by a lion, I didn't act aggressively in the car.
I took the 'Landkaffee' and read the ingredients carefully. 'Fruits, grains and beans', it said. 'Koffeinmentes kávé'.
For four days I had now been completely caffeinfree, only by thinking I was the worst addict ever.

coffee

A month ago I joined the green-tea-drinkers-club. It was my very last attempt. My mother was the other member and we were discussing our club all the time. With each other and with everyone else.
The first week I talked presumptuously, as if it was easy for me. I just drank green tea and didn't miss anything in life, in fact, now I felt even healthier than before. Perfectly balanced, clear thoughts, no shouting and no impatience in traffic jams. I had everything under control. Noooo problems with my addictions. Quiet person, quiet life.
The second week the pulling started.
One morning the third week I got up early and drank my green cup.
I took my bike, cycled slowly in a convoy with the trucks- had to wait for the traffic lights.
Next to me a guy stopped, he was in bicycle costume and looked as if he had been travelling for at least an hour. He looked at me and said: 'Always the cycling- always the cycling'.
And always life.
Maybe that was the problem, that I understood.
I parked my bicycle, went up to a café and surrendered. I ordered a smooth white strong cappuccino.
The eternal and only solace.

Ultimate love

Many things can be done for the other. You can make breakfast in the morning, prepare your husband's favourite pizza and keep your mouth shut when you want to complain. You can go to his favourite pub and meet his friends. You can keep the apartment tidy, try to be positive in life and let him work at your birthday. When you're really into it, you can work out to look better and get a shiny face.

But maybe you think these things are not enough.
Maybe you want to save his life.
Suppose he's suffering from a typical male illness.

Then you can cut your hair, roast it, mill it and mix it with water. Let him drink it, but don't tell him what it is. It should be women's hair for a man, men's hair for a woman. It will stop the bleeding if nothing else works.

Make sure your hair isn't dyed when using it.