So, I decided earlier tonight that I WILL write something before I kiss the day adieu. No matter how bad, how long, how short or how embarrassing, but write I will write.
That decided, the next hard part was to pick a topic. Yeah sure, when I'm not in the mood to actually sit still for a few moments and pen down my thoughts, topics will swarm through my mind in bundles of 100. But beware the moment when I'm sitting in front of my pc screen/notebook. I'll sit and lightly tap my fingertips over the keyboard. The same motion I go through at work when my pc is frozen somewhere between me capturing a mountain of information and my pc's process of saving everything. Apparently it annoys people. Its a sign of impatience, too. But who cares, right? I like tapping my fingers ever so slightly over the keys. And I've got such a lovely keyboard at home.
So there i was, staring at the Enter Text For Deviation screen on the submissions page, when my mind went blank. Completely. Blank. The natural thing to do is avoid the screen for a while. Get up. Take a stroll. Or, in my case, make a cup of tea.
That glorious golden liquid. Actually, caffeine is my drug of choice. Do not mess with my coffee. I take my coffee very seriously. I take it strong, with milk and one sugar. One small spoon of sugar. Even though i drink my tea very sweet, my coffee should be almost bitter. Please don't insult me by serving sweet coffee. Things like that could ruin friendships. Seriously. Coffee is a go-getter. Its tough and agressive and gets things done. It gets you through the day.
But tea on the other hand, is serenity. Its calm, its mild, it soothes you. It's a soft and subtle reminder that yeah, we need to be rough and agressive to survive in today's rat race (not that we're rats, mind you) but that we can achieve just as much but slowing the pace down a bit. By just sitting back and taking everything in. And when I lack inspiration, all I need to do is switch the kettle on. My paint wont go dry next to the easel, my screen wont pop up with those colourful little bubbles that is my screensaver, my fingers wont tap over the keyboard instead of actually typing and my pages will fill up with written words.
Guess its a family thing. Tea is my mother's solution for everything in this world. No matter how bad life gets, if there's tea, we'll be fine. Its the one thing that will heal all aches and pain. (Really, not only does it flush toxins out of your body, but ever had a sore throat and soothed with hot tea?)
My earliest childhood memories involve tea. My mom bringing me a cup of tea in bed before I had to get ready for school. Sometimes she'll still wake me up with a cup of tea, if the opportunity arises :aww: Whenever I had problems or issues bothering me (as a teenager of course) it could be resolved over a cup of tea. Exam stress, unreasonable teachers, peer pressure, all solved with tea and a good dose of common sense. I say "as a teenager, of course," - as a supposed grown up, I know now life's not really that simple, but tea just softens the edges a bit.
Many friendship bonds grew stronger over a pot of tea, many deep discussions saw the light too. I once managed a liquor store. Nothing spectacular, but that was my piece of heaven. I was still Charlie/Charles and the world was my oyster. (be it a world in which I provided potent flavoured liquid for people who also needed some sort of distraction the anxieties of life, but sadly, never discovered that tea would have been a better substitute.) At exactly 10 o 'clock each day, my staff would make a big pot of tea. Tea break was an interesting time of day for us... Catch up on the latest gossip, come with interesting ideas to beat our opposition down the road, to discuss family issues and problems. Ah those were they days, my friend.
So here I am. In front of my pc on a cold night because I dread the thought of sleep... A nice cup of tea next to me, and I realised now that I've been typing words, forming sentences, instead of just ever so lightly tap my finger tips over the keys.
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