“Coffee has become my new emotional support beverage”
October 18, 2023 Oscar Harding
GM – It all started on a gloomy Monday morning when I realized my therapist’s bills were getting alarmingly higher than my caffeine intake. I was at a crossroads, faced with the decision of either getting a second job or finding a more budget-friendly alternative to emotional support. So, I went with the latter.
“GM GM,” I whispered to my steaming cup of coffee, which I’d affectionately named “Joe.” I figured if I was going to have a new emotional crutch, it might as well have a personality. Joe was an excellent listener, never interrupting, and never offering unsolicited advice. I spilled my deepest fears and darkest secrets into his comforting, dark abyss.
My mornings were now a ritual of therapeutic caffeine consumption. Joe and I would sit on my porch, watching the world go by, and I’d prattle on about my existential woes while sipping on his wisdom, which was actually just a delightful blend of Ethiopian beans. GM GM, indeed.
As the days passed, something remarkable happened. Joe, my trusty mug of java, transformed into the ultimate life coach. He helped me see that most of my problems were, in fact, smaller than the coffee grounds at the bottom of my cup. There’s something about staring at the rising steam and hearing the gentle percolation of brewed beans that puts life into perspective.
I’d wake up in the morning, eager to start my day, because each morning was a fresh chance to see the world through the lens of Joe. My colleagues noticed the change. They saw me, previously a cynic, now beaming with optimism. “What’s your secret?” they’d ask.
I’d reply, “GM GM!” and tell them about my miraculous transformation, all thanks to Joe. They’d chuckle, but some began to follow my example, adopting their own coffee companions, naming them and sharing their life’s tribulations, one mug at a time.
Over time, my coffee mornings became a mini-therapy group, sans the exorbitant fees. We’d gather at the office kitchenette, our mugs forming a circle of trust. Each morning, we’d discuss our troubles, and with the collective wisdom of the caffeinated, we’d brew up solutions that seemed utterly profound at the time.
But it wasn’t just about discussing our problems; it was about coming together over a shared passion. Coffee was the glue that held our little therapy group together. Even on days when the world seemed exceptionally chaotic, a sip of Joe always grounded us. GM became more than just a greeting; it was a way of life.
So, in the end, I did save on counselling fees, and I found the emotional support I needed in a steaming cup of Joe. Who would have thought that a simple morning ritual could lead to such profound self-discovery and camaraderie? “GM ,” my friends. GM .
( A Big Thanks to my Friend @Grant for the inspiration )
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