A snapshot of Carrie’s rant when I told her I thought I was drinking too much caffeine since arriving here. . .

Welcome to the real world. You’ve been living in some nature-fairy land while the rest of us have been drugging ourselves since the age of 16 just to get by. You don’t smoke and you hardly drink and now you’re all like “Ooooo! Two cups of tea in the morning!”

It’s probably funnier to hear than to read. I don’t drink coffee and until about 2007 or so I didn’t even drink caffeine in the morning of any kind. At that point I started in on tea. Now that I’m back in the US, the easy availability of iced tea, along with Carrie’s burgeoning interest in bubble tea, and my new, slightly earlier schedule, seems to have led to a situation where I am taking in considerably more of this upper than I used to. When I remarked upon this situation to Carrie, she did not think it was something to be seriously concerned about. In fact, I think it would be more accurate to say she found the proposition 50% ridiculous and 50% hilarious.

5 replies on “A snapshot of Carrie’s rant when I told her I thought I was drinking too much caffeine since arriving here. . .”

  1. I love the “steamies” sign. It is one of my favorites

    The opener to Carrie’s comment sounds just like Morpheus in the Matrix. And for a good reason! I also drink tea, one or two cups in the morning depending on how much time I have, and my partner doesn’t even bother to comment if I remark on how wired I am after drinking coffee. He drinks it like water and is always happy to have it and has since he was 16, just like Carrie says. He is also as calm and placid as the day is long, while I am a bundle of nerves. Go figure.

  2. I was once addicted to caffeine … well, probably more than once … let’s just say I didn’t like coffee, so I took my caffeine via pills, and I took enough that I’d get bottles of generic caffeine from the pharmacist so I could save money over No-Doz or Vivarin. I quit cold turkey … I forget why, perhaps because I needed to clean my system for some blood tests. I spent an entire weekend in my bedroom, rolling around like Frank Sinatra in The Man with the Golden Arm, sweating like a pig and fighting one of the worst headaches of my life. The moral, of course, is simple: if you’re going to become addicted to something, don’t ever quit.

  3. This is adorable. *Two* cups of tea! Dude, I consider it a victory that I limit myself to one Bodum pot (or pitcher, or whatever they are called) a day.

    Oh, we miss you guys. Maybe Skype this weekend?

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