Sometimes you can read so much and so often, that it becomes less a pleasure than a chore.
I go to different coffee shops to get different types of drinks- things a certain place does really well. I also go to certain coffee shops depending on what type of atmosphere I am in the mood for, or can tolerate.
i go to Dutch Bros when I feel like being bombarded with sunny personalities who ask too many questions and drool over my dog.
i go to Starbucks when I want to be presented with somber, mildly emo, barely happy to see me baristas.
And I go to our local coffee shop Bucer’s when I want to be judged and want to observe angst and personal questioning.
Today, I went to Starbucks and they ruined my day. The barista was working at Dutch Bros level times four. I’m worried Starbucks is following in McDonald’s footsteps and making ‘treat your customer like your friend’ a pre-requisite of employment. Ergh!
I just took off my last pair of never-worn-before socks. I won’t get that feeling of putting on a completely new, unstretched sock again until I buy another pair. I don’t need another pair- I got a set of six for my birthday.
For the foreseeable future I will only be wearing socks that have been inside a shoe, stretched over heels, twisted around ankles, and soaked up sweat.
Who knew I would find a fresh new pair of socks to be one of the pleasures of life?
Ups and downs are normal.