I will often appear to be “out of it.” Sometimes I’m just wiped out from worship, allergies, or illness. Sometimes I’m just “out there” pondering the existence of the universe (or pretending certain household items are spaceships in a battle for survival – don’t ask). It’s usually difficult to figure out the reason why I’m not mentally present. One thing, however, is certain. If I’m lucid it means coffee has recently been ingested.
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Sometimes folk through words around like “chemical dependence” and “addiction,” but I prefer to see my reliance on coffee as a homeopathic remedy. Sure beats Ritalin.
My sentiments exactly!
Hear, Hear!