the post in which i compare coffee to relationships for the thousandth time.

I’ve never understood the “relationship break”.

Well, no… that’s not quite right.

I DO understand why people occasionally need a bit of space from one another, and how a little time apart can provide perspective/make the heart grow fonder/allow blood pressure to drop. Walk away when you feel like fighting now and then. Take a day where you chat on the phone but don’t spend the whole day in one another’s face.

Fair.

But people who feel they can improve how they communicate by ceasing to communicate for a randomly selected period of time confuse me.

Perhaps this is because the worst of my relationships needed a hell of a lot more distance than a “break” might provide (perhaps a giant wall, a la Berlin? China?), and the best of them has grown in awesomeness from a distance of 3,000 miles.

Once, in the middle of an argument, I asked Gradon if he needed space from me.

He replied, “What, I would need something more than a continent?”

Exactly.

I feel the same way about people who go “off coffee” for a period, even though I have done it once in a bid to see if my insomnia was caffeine-fueled (because if you can’t hack caffeine, you can’t hack it, and you should know if that’s the case, and stop forever) and once on a dare for Lent (I was fine.) Or if you find yourself vibrating in place after consuming an entire pot in the morning and need to slow it down, then sure.

Cut back. Get some caffeine perspective. Work it out.

But these people quit… temporarily. They don’t totally “break up” with coffee, they just decide that they won’t email or text or IM with it for a while, just because coffee is “bad”.

It might be for a week, or a month, just because they don’t like the idea of being “addicted” to something, as though coffee were something you injected after heating it up in a spoon. Then they hop back on the train, amazed at their self control and liberation from dependence… and celebrate it with a Venti.

(Yes, I know there is such a thing as caffeine addiction, after you build up a tolerance and want more and more and more to get that “awake” feeling back. But the hold on your system disappears in anywhere from one to five days. Done. Try kicking crack like that. I think you’ll find it’s a touch different than walking past Starbucks without going in for a week.)

Here’s the thing: if it’s bad now, why would you stop, then start again? If you figure out you don’t want it or need it… why bring it on back?

Wouldn’t it just be better to fix your relationship with it — if you reduce intake, your tolerance adjusts — or quit it altogether? Permanently?

It’s just like health fasts that people go on to “detox” — and then start eating Big Macs again the week after their cleanse is over.

If it’s bad, it’s bad. Be done with it!

If it’s not great, fix it. Find a balance. In coffee, diet, relationships, internet consumption, whatever.

But I don’t think ignoring something for a little while is much of a fix. Especially when you welcome it back with open arms right when things actually start to improve, or when you’ve proven you can do without it.

There’s no point in proving that unless that’s what you want. Or else you’re David Blaine, testing your body for fun.

Am I wrong?

the five things I bruise myself on most often.

I decided to make a list, because I railed myself on four of them tonight.

I’d take pictures, too… but the reality is far too gory for the internet.

1. The side of the bathtub: In my (semi) new place, the bathtub is up a few inches from the floor. I’m not sure why this is, but what I am sure of is that bathtub up a few inches + short girl = bruised shin at least once a week. Perhaps I’ll have to start pulling some sort of Rockette move from now on.

At the present moment, however, I’m sporting a giant black and blue “goose egg” the size of a tennis ball. Should look fantastic in a couple of weeks when I go bare-legged at a wedding.

2. Door jambs: Arms, hips, hands, knees… you name it. I catch them on door jambs with nearly pathological frequency. Tonight, I took out my elbow coming through the door from grocery shopping. My landlords’ tiny Boston terrier looked at me with tremendous concern as I dragged my bleeding arm into the house. Either that, or he was trying to get me to throw his toy. Sorry, Murphy.

3. Freezer doors: I’m pretty sure I have permanent dents in my head from freezer doors. There’s something special about their height that catches me right above the ear at least once a week when I’m putting groceries away in the fridge. Fortunately, the ice is close by.

4. My dresser: Not sure why I slam dresser drawers shut before my hand is in the clear, but I have two shattered nails to show for my lack of care this evening, and an orphaned stack of laundry waiting for me to recover from the trauma.

5. Buses: What can you bruise yourself on a bus, you say? And my response: what CAN’T you bruise yourself on? Poles. Seats. Doors. Umbrellas. Backpacks. Other passengers. And tonight? Someone’s bottle of Snapple, flung at my ear during a sudden stop.

I was nailed by the Best Stuff on Earth ™.

It’s hard to believe that one person could be this accident-prone, but ask anyone who has spent more than a day with me: I am the natural enemy of all hard surfaces and edges…

… but a friend of anti-inflammatories everywhere.

choose ye: musical edition.

We’ve done ones like this before… but let’s do it again!

Remember, CHOOSE ONE. Even if it’s hard. Even if you prefer both! Even if you prefer neither!

You still must CHOOSE!

Mozart or Beethoven?

Coltrane or Miles?

Ry Cooder or John Lee Hooker?

Paul Simon or Art Garfunkel?

Hall or Oates?

Loggins or Messina?

Bjork or Sinead?

Rolling Stones or Beatles?

Jimmy Page or Robert Plant?

Duran Duran or Depeche Mode?

Sammy Hagar or David Lee Roth? (or a Gary Cherone write-in)

Harry Connick, Jr or Michael Buble?

Oscar Peterson or Thelonius Monk?

Jay-Z or Kanye?

WHAM! or ABBA?

David Bowie or Freddie Mercury?

Jason Mraz or John Mayer?

Justin Timberlake or Whoever The Heck is Still Releasing from Backstreet Boys?

Peter, Paul and Mary or Mamas and the Papas?

Young MC or Skee Lo?

Sex Pistols or Black Flag?

The Pixies or Throwing Muses?

Marvin Gaye or Al Green?

Wilco or Spoon?

RJD2 or Mark Ronson?

Ella Fitzgerald or Billie Holiday?

Elton John or Billy Joel?

Jackie Wilson or James Brown?

Van Morrison or Bob Dylan?

John Legend or Musiq Soulchild?

Pearl Jam or Nirvana?

GO!