Hi, Coffee friends in the Hive!
After a few days without a post due in part to adjustments in our home because of the new kitten that someone irresponsibly abandoned in our yard, I've come to spill some beans π #stb:
Do you feel that the way someone drinks coffee gives an insight into who they are as people? Why or why not?
If this little buddy could drink a cup of coffee, I'm sure he'd do it quickly and then move on to the next matter with the same enthusiasm.
It's not the coffee you drink, but how you drink it.
To our eyes, people may change their colors after we analyze the way they drink their coffee.
For example, my comadre drinks her coffee black and without sugar like me. We both drink our coffee slowly, you could tell. When we go to a coffee shop, we might order a latte; it will last us for a long conversation as we take tiny sips. But my comadre lives in a hurry, running; I don't know how she has enough time in the day. I, on the other hand, gradually remove from my life anything that requires me to be in a hurry--if possible. I reject speed. Is my thesis wrong then? Wait. There's more.
A couple of years ago, I found the reason why she and I drank coffee the same but were so different. She drinks her coffee at the pace of her companion for the moment. That speaks to me of her empathy, but only because I've been able to see her throughout a good part of her life. She's one of the most considerate people I know and that's why I respect and love her so much. And all of this leads me to think that I may be somewhat selfish, refusing to let myself be dragged down by others. Instead, others must adapt to me. That's not right, but I don't see myself burning my throat to drink coffee to the rhythm of so-and-so.
Although not always, appearances are deceiving.
I work with literature and perhaps because of this, my first thoughts on any subject tend to lead me there. When I first read the Canterbury Tales, I had to delve into the ancient science of physiognomy to understand the characterization of every pilgrim in the stories; according to that old "science"--today without effect but not forgotten--, for instance, the sanguine man with close-set eyes was prone to anger, so people instinctively feared him or had at least reservations about him,just to give you one example in case that you don't know about this.
For a younger me, this was quite a discovery, since as a child, I had always had my unfounded theories regarding what people looked like and how this determined specific personal traits--as a four-year-old, I feared skinny people who ate too much; I thought there was something wrong with them, like they were saving their delicious friends for a rainy day perhaps? π Oh, I'm afraid I don't remember why--.
Anyway, I think it's irresponsible to judge a person's character by their appearance or by the way they do things, e.g. how they drink their coffee, but it does give us an insight into how they manage in life. Does my black, unsweetened coffee tell others about my rigid ideas? Does your latte make yours bland? I can't tell.
Everyone has an opinion.
Yesterday I was at La Panetteria signing the diploma of a student who just graduated. I didn't really notice if he drank his coffee too fast or too slow, but he ordered a latte and told me, I'm a simple guy; I don't like complications. #STB Prompt 75 popped into my head, hehe.
He meant he wasn't going to order a frappuccino with extra cream or anything like that. But we know that for many true coffee lovers, simply adding sugar to coffee is already an undesirable extra, adding milk, an outburst. My young friend seemed to be really far away from these coffee related affairs even though he had made that remark regarding the kind of coffee he liked because of the kind of person he was. Funny.
My husband ordered a cappuccino, and I ordered a cup of lungo. My coffee is going to be black 99% of the time. How do you like that?
I kind of flow.
My coffee is getting cold as I write this; for me, it's not a problem.
Right now it's black coffee, no sugar, and the second one I've had today. I woke up late today and had my first one with my husband, which doesn't usually happen because I wake up at dawn while he's a couple of hours away from waking up. He drank his coffee quickly as usual; then we talked about the latest knews in the country.
Sometimes, it turns out that people close to me like a different type of coffee or are fast drinkers. No problem. I enjoy trying something different and sharing with people who have a different take on life; if I could, I'd do these things every day. And while I certainly don't adopt new habits that I don't approve of, I do enjoy expanding my encyclopedia of life. I watch. I listen. I learn. I take my time to flow while my hot black coffee is getting cold.