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Date Posted: 22:30:51 03/30/02 Sat
The weirdest week has washed over me in my memories almost in vague recollection...Like those days when your sick and you ask your mom to tell the school that your coming down with some sort of leathal disease, probably an STD, from the night before. But you sit at home watching TV feeling somewhat diffrent... almost special in a way where you know your friends are at school slaving away over meaningless structure while you waste away in the La-Z-Boy doing abosolutely nothing, watching Crazy Drama unfold on general hospital, and trying to move as less as physically possible, and in that split moment you actually make yourself believe that your OK. When in actuality youve got your brain hemmoraging from your nose and your coughing up pieces of your lungs...A placebo affect so to say....
I had an encounter with the placebo effect all week. I would zoom into work every morning with some sort of ill tempered complaint, usually fatigue, I would immeadiately position myslef in front of the coffee pot in the back room and get acquanted with the sugar and the creamer and of course the little plastic spoons that everyone uses to mix the cocktail of caffine with. Id slowly pace myself to my work station and savor the fine taste of columbian brewed bliss and do that for a whole hour without really getting much accomplished and getting paid to "wake up and smell the coffee".
I would do this as a daily ritual every morning before i actually got the day started with meaninless work. Yesterday morning I came in anticipating The sweet goodness of coffee, I stood my ground in the line of people waiting their turn to take a little bit of coffee from the pot. Some new punk rock chick with red dreaded hair and peicred everything you could think of named Tabitha stood behind me mingling with one of the other co-workers ranting on about how Pittsburg, where she orginally was from, Had more rock than a crack house(refering to the music scene). I kind of just ignored her but agreed with her rant about how shitty the Huntsville music scene was...I was next in line for the coffee which, mind you was actually the last cup of coffee left before anyone had to make a new batch. When out of nowhere this tabitha bitch had to ruin the moment
"excuse me but, Im concious about my caffine intake and i only drink decaffinated beverages you think i can have that last cup of defcaf". She questioned pointing to the coffee pot...I kind of just looked at her with disbeleif.
"Thats not decaffinated, how is that decaffinated?"
"Cause I've been making the coffee this whole week and i made sure it was decaffinated. They now start making the caffinated coffee after 10 o'clock." I paused for a moment with a wave of disbelief on my face retracing the moments of when i was drinking th coffee... The room started spinning, I could feel the humidity sticking to my forhead, and on top of that this red headed bitch from steel city pittsburg was pushing me aside with her crust punk hands to get to her precious drop of decaffinated coffee. I realized at that moment I had been induging in decaffinated coffe and loved every moment of it...The clock struck 10 a loud boom shuddered in my brain as this sick tabitha bitch continued on kackling on like a witch about her stories of pittsburg. She had to be mocking me... Little beads of sweat turned into globbs and streams of sweat dripping down my brow bone. Everyone looked at me in a dark fashon with only their mischevious eyes to be seen peircing at my soul...They all saw my weakness...ALL OF THEM.... JESUS I HAD TO GET OUT OF THERE I WAS HYPERVENTALATING!!!! IT WAS COMPLETE MADNESS, BUT I WAS PARALYZED WITH IMMENSE FEAR AND COULDNT MOVE, The Tabitha bitch was long gone to her station while i stood there alone thinking. It drilled into my brain as the anger and hate settled nicely around my thoughts. I had sworn in highschool that i would rather die before i drank decaf coffee, hence "Death Before Decaf"
I thought back and realized that it was a placebo effect and that if i believed that it worked that it would, And it did... I learned my lesson and now i know....and knowing is half the battle, that people in pittsburg can suck my cock...---VIVA LA DEATH BEFORE DECAF!!!---
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