I saw a thing the other day that said it's dangerous to drink too much coffee. I can agree with that. I was driving a car the other day without cupholders and I spilt about 14 gallons of hot Sumatran down my inside thigh. In that instance, too much coffee does lead to a higher mortality rate. In fact, trying to drink coffee while doing most things leads to a higher mortality rate, I should imagine: flying a plane, mountain climbing, conducting open-heart surgery. Wait until you're finished, that's the clear message.
I do get sick of all these studies, though. Telling me if I don't get a spoonful of this thing over here every two weeks I'm going to die a PAINFUL EARLY DEATH. Pain aside, I really don't want to hang on too long and outstay my welcome, but there's this assumption that if you avoid the coffee, the booze, the sugar, the fun, that you'll live to be at least 300. We hoover up these scaremongering stories and forget that life is itself a degenerative disease. You're born, eventually you die. Why aren't scientific studies warning us that 100% of oxygen breathers die? We HAVE A RIGHT TO KNOW.
I'm not all that obsessive about it, certainly not that depressive about it. I very much enjoy my life, and I often have those moments where I just think 'God, you can take me now'. I'm not in the middle of a new television series, everything's going well and you think it would be a nice moment if it all had to finish now. That said, give me five more minutes to finish this coffee. THEN I'm done.
Fugs and Pieces, December 6, 2013
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