Another post that had been sitting in the draft pile.
“I’d learned that some things are best kept secret.”
― Nicholas Sparks, Dear John
“Three may keep a Secret, if two of them are dead.”
– Benjamin Franklin, Poor Richard’s Almanack
I was told a secret the other day. A big, dark, potentially dangerous secret that I must keep to myself, for risk of people finding out the truth could lead to devastation to the world that is surrounding me. Jobs would be lost, people could go to jail and a lot of individual’s lives would be greatly impacted. Am I in the wrong for keeping this held in? Right now I am yet to decide whether the pro’s outweigh the con’s and how much of an impact it could have if I were to say nothing and the secret came to light by another means. Fortunately I’m pretty strong minded and nothing really phases me, but this is pretty … (I have no word to put here)
However this has got me thinking about how powerful secrets are and the effect they can have on an individual, whether kept and untold, burdening another with your secret or spread as gossip like wildfire. (Obviously I’m not talking about everyday secrets here like who you’re crushing on, shoplifting when you was 10 etc etc)
When you are told a secret, you are bound by a verbal contract with someone that you will keep it that, a secret. As you grow older and wiser you realise there are less and less people you can truly trust (as quoted by Benjamin Franklin), and less secrets are actually kept private.
Some people are rather weak minded and mentally cannot cope with the pressure. Some people just love a gossip, after all its one of the easiest ways to flow a conversation. Some people just don’t care for other people’s private lives, we all have our own to deal with right. I always think before I take it upon myself to burden another with a secret; Do they need to know? What are the chances of it getting out if I tell them? Do they need the hassle of knowing what I’m going to tell them? What effects will it have on their live’s by knowing? … Most of the time I come to the conclusion that I’d rather keep most things to myself, life’s just easier that way!
It’s been a while,
– The Bloggerman
The story of how I met my true love – Coffee
Before I started college or working or anything that required more brainpower than the norm, I was a tea drinker. I never liked the smell of coffee and I definitely didn’t like the taste. Anything coffee related I would turn my nose at, even chocolate which I unquestionably have a love affair with! I now drink coffee every day and probably sink about 3 or 4 cups before 10am. I saw a great ‘meme’ the other day which pretty much summed up my feelings for coffee now and it did make me laugh (I’ll try and find it and put it in this blog) So where did it start? How did I become this caffeine infused monster?
Well I can actually pinpoint the exact place and time that I realised coffee wasn’t just a drink and more of a tool or an aide, just like smoking and alcohol, which you can use to manipulate and stimulate the body and mind. A tool which, after time, becomes an acquired taste. I was 17 and we were on a family weekend away at Alton Towers. It was a ridiculous time in the morning and we’d stopped in a services to wait for the others who were in another car and quite a bit behind. I couldn’t sleep and was in need of something to keep me going. After a bad experience with energy drinks when I was younger I opted for a Caramel Macchiato from Starbucks and certainly wasn’t disappointed, the caramel took away the bitterness that I hated in coffee and I felt so much better in terms of alive-ness. Even after this realisation I didn’t become a consistent and abusive coffee drinker until a couple of years ago when I started working in an office. It wasn’t until then that I realised how valuable and how big a part of my daily routine coffee would become! Be right back coffee break …
The change of work from laborious hands-on, to becoming a pen pusher/key tapper sat in a chair had a big effect on the way my body and mind used and needed energy. I started frequently going to the gym to replace the activity side of things, but it was the mental aspect that was the hardest to come to terms with. The constant use of brainpower from the minute I step through the door just isn’t what I’m used to, nor wanted to get used to apparently (I much preferred the extra hour sleep I’d get in the van on the way to site XD). That’s where my dear old friend coffee and I became an inseparable pair. I take my coffee in all forms, espresso-latte I’m not fussy. Until it comes down to freeze-dried or powder then I’m a bit of a snob and refuse to drink any cheap brands.
Weekends are my only real downtime from knocking back cups of coffee like I’m on a night out playing catch up with the guys. I like to kick back, relax and chill. Although I do have a couple it’s nice to let my brain recuperate from the caffeine smashing through the week.
I honestly don’t know how I’d cope without coffee in my life anymore. I probably rely on coffee now more than I do my family and friends and I’ve probably got some serious addiction that I should get checked out but I don’t care! You’ll never split us up! It’s me and coffee for life baby! Okay maybe that is enough coffee for one day…
I’m a little disappointed I couldn’t find the ‘meme’ I was looking for, something to do with one coffee being mandatory, two coffee’s being obligatory and so on, but hey-ho! Until next time 🙂