I recently read a book (which is not uncommon, since I'm always reading) that mentioned the above quote. But I was unhappy with the answer the book provided to its question. You see, I have come to depend on coffee. It is a stimulant, as my friends constantly remind me, which is highly addictive, and I am definitely hooked. I think I've been hooked since midterms of sixth grade. The probability of my liking coffee was very high since my mom drinks about three cups of coffee a day & my grandma always gives me 'cafe con leche' whenever I visit, ever since I was three, & when I was 5 and my mom took me to the grocery store, I'd go directly to where the coffee beans were and proceed to smell them. Add all of this to the fact that I go to a college prep school, live an hour away -making me spend at least four hours a day on traffic-, participate in two different soccer teams, JSA, book club, futsal, and track&field, PLUS I'm taking two more classes than are actually needed, and the result is that coffee and I have become inseparable. It has become a permanent fixture in my life; so much that I have a magnet in my locker that says "no coffee, no workee" that one of my friends got me. Even more so, two nights ago, I had a dream involving coffee. So even when I'm asleep, coffee -which is supposed to hold sleep off- is present.
The thing is, my best friend, cannot stand coffee: she hates the smell, the taste, the color; EVERYTHING. & she has very similar circumstances to mine. While another friend of mine, with similar circumstances as well, shares my love for the drink.
Coffee is often associated with matureness & growing up. So if that's the case, am I already an adult? Is my best friend still a child? I don't think that's it. Because, even though I'm older than her, my best friend is much wiser and mature than I am.
Obviously, coffee is just a drink. You can't define a person by what they do or don't drink. However, coffee has become such a big part of my life that I feel it HAS become a part of my definition.
The question that follows is: How do I define myself?
Which is actually a question that terrifies me, because I can never find a precise answer. There are things and people in my life that have become a part of me, but are they part of my definition? Do I describe myself? I live in fear that in my college interviews, that's the question that they'll ask me & I'll just spaz out & not answer, and not get into college because I didn't know myself.
THEN I think: Well, isn't that a stupid question, people change every day; its impossible to define a person for even a moment. But, then again, there's no such thing as a stupid question. So this is my attempt at figuring myself out & here I am sharing it with you.
As this blog progresses, you'll see my rants & my venting about whatever frustrates me, my joy in whatever is good with my life at the moment, any other feelings I may be going through, books I have read that have impacted me, quotes that I like, pictures that I found funny or that I want to share. In a nutshell, this blog will be my way of defining myself. This way, if a college interviewer asks me that question, I can just direct them here.
