Doesn’t seem to connect – right? Well, coffee and chocolate, sure – but pussy?
This is just a random trio of words that came up once – probably out of my own mouth. I said it without thinking (like so many things I say) – and then I thought, “Cool, I’ll write it down.” So I did. I even started writing some weird philosophical ramble about it – but it felt so forced that I couldn’t keep going. I abandoned those “half-baked pussies” for a while. But today – I’m coming back to it as a bit of fun. I deleted everything except the first line – and now I’m just going with it. I don’t have a plan – and I have no idea where this is going. Usually – when I write – I don’t know what the final result will be, but I do know one thing: the best stuff comes unplanned and spontaneous.
Now – just for the hell of it – I’ll break this down into the three title parts.
First – coffee. Coffee has only been part of my life for a short time. I used to be all about tea and wasn’t a big fan of coffee. I started drinking it socially – and, honestly, I kinda liked it. Now I’m not sure what exactly drew me in – it definitely wasn’t the drink itself. I think it was the café vibe: the calm conversations – the pretty cups – the sweet, colorful syrups – the latte art. Or maybe it was the magic phrase “going out for coffee.” Saying, “I’m going out for coffee” or “I’m meeting someone for coffee” made me feel more grown-up – and I liked that – because adults, not kids, “go out for coffee.”
So – I went out, drank, tried different kinds – and I think I sort of fell in love…
…with the act of drinking coffee.
I never planned for it to be in my life – it just kind of happened. And now it’s here – not as a steaming cup of liquid but as a morning ritual that I’ve really come to enjoy.
Chocolate. Chocolate has been in my life for as long as I can remember – though it’s never been planned either. It’s just something that exists. Sometimes it’s closer – sometimes further away – it just shows up.
When I was little – chocolate was something you’d get as a gift, but you couldn’t eat the whole thing at once. Mom would only let me have two – maybe three – squares. Always after lunch. The rest had to be neatly wrapped up and put away in the cupboard. Later – when I got older – chocolate was just there in the house. My dad’s a fan of dark chocolate because it’s supposedly healthy. I never really liked it much – but if there was no other kind, I’d eat it. I have no idea what kind of chocolate my parents keep at home now because I don’t live there anymore – but at my place, chocolate is never planned. Like – I’ll be in the store, walking between the aisles – and suddenly, a chocolate bar will catch my eye – smile at me – and that’s when I take it. But I never go into the store with the thought of buying chocolate. It’s always spontaneous. And yes – I can eat the whole thing. In one go. Alone.
And pussy? Pussy has been with me forever. It just happened to me – I had no say in the matter. But I’m happy. Because I like being a girl.
And now – let me prove that these three things actually do connect – perfectly, in fact.
Because I (and my pussy) am off to eat some chocolate – and drink coffee!
maddie