In the middle of August, I promised myself that I would give up my favorite drink (coffee, in case it wasn’t obvious) for Ramadan. I’m not a Muslim but my boss and a number of my friends are. Having observed some of the different impetuses that drive them to observe this month of fasting, I was inspired me to do something myself.
The problem with this whole scenario is that I’m not known for my willpower. In fact, there is a group of people that sticks around to live vicariously through my lack thereof. Needless to say, nobody thought I’d make it through this month.
But I did it! HA.
When Eid (the festival marking the end of Ramadan) rolled aroundl, I staged my own personal celebration. That morning I tottered over to my kitchen (only a few convenient steps from my bed), wiped the dust from my French press, and made myself a fresh cup of coffee. The taste was all right but the after effects were pretty devastating. The caffeine hit me like a ton of brick margaritas.
I totally lost it. After freaking out at my blow drier, slamming the dishes around in my sink, and hating myself for not being in grad school, I put down the coffee mug. Granted, everybody has mornings like that (and if you don’t, I’m having you added to a very special government list under “robot”) but the correlation was too wack.
So in the end I guess I accomplished what I set out to imitate: I kicked an addiction I didn’t even know I had!