I’ve always had a problem with coffee. I truly consider myself addicted to coffee. A while ago I decided to get rid of this addiction, which I somehow managed to do, but huge amounts of tea had to replace the missing coffee doses… so if you think of it, caffeine always had a way to win!

The past couple of weeks were really rough. I had to do anything to keep myself awake and alert. Nothing could do the job better than a hot cup of coffee! so, yes, you guessed it, my coffee addiction’s back, but I welcomed it with open arms, and i believe, I might never be able to kiss it goodbye again!

The only problem is, when you have to stay awake, and when you consume a lot of coffee, you get bored quickly and you feel that you need a change. Since nothing really compares – to my taste buds that is- to the awakening smell of a hot cup of coffee, I wouldn’t change the taste to tea or any other drink, change has to be in the taste of coffee itself. So I’ve been experimenting with coffee, trying to create flavors I’ve never tasted before, or ones that I’ve once tasted but are no longer available for one reason or the other.

I’ve tried them all: vanilla, chocolate, cinnamon… you name it! but then I remembered that a few years ago I tasted one hell of a flavor in London, for which I went crazy: ginger-bread flavored coffee! hmmm, yummy, yummy! just mentioning its name makes my mouth water! I can still smell the ginger-kissed steam that came out of it! GOD IT WAS GOOD! anyway, long story short, since I have absolutely no idea on how to make such a thing, I just bought some ginger powder, mixed it with my coffee and sugar, poured on some hot milk, and voila! I had my own ginger-flavored coffee. Ok, I have to admit it’s not as good as the real thing but it was really good.

Actually I’m drinking a cup of my ginger flavored coffee as I speak, it’s too good that I can’t resist the smell of it … oops, here we go, spilled some coffee on my jeans while having a sniff, how nice, my own son is laughing at me!

Anyway, I know ginger is not favored by many, but when it comes to me, I believe ginger, combined with good coffee and hot milk creates the best flavor ever!

Remember that: “Nobody deserves your tears, but whoever deserves them will not make you cry.”
-Gabriel Garcia Marquez –

There’s nothing in this world I hate more than hypocrisy. I just can’t stand it!
I have no idea how people manage to smile at you, look you in the eye, and even hug or kiss you while they can’t stand the sight of you!

I’ve been through many situations, where I found myself surrounded with at least one hypocrite, who, in no time, managed to convert the rest of the people surrounding me into similar lying copies.
So in my opinion, there are 2 basic kinds of hypocrites, those who are hypocrites by nature, and those who are made hypocrites by those natural hypocrites. Let me explain.
There are those who, regardless of your own nature, would welcome you and show their happiness for knowing you and then stab you in the back in the first chance they get, for nothing you did wrong, just for the heck of it. These are hypocrites by nature. The other kind is the kind of people who believe what the first kind tells them, and act accordingly without giving you the privilege of showing what you’re made of. So even if they’re the sweetest people you know, even if they don’t usually hurt anyone, and sometimes even if they know how good a person you are, for some reason they’re weak when they’re in the company of the hypocrite-by-nature people and believe them so easily, maybe because the hypocrite-by-nature people are close to them, and are ones they’ve trusted their all life. So when they see you, they’d smile at you and welcome you but implicitly they’re planning ways to piss you off and make you pay for the lies told to them by the hypocrite-by-nature people.

Who’s worse? i believe the worst ever is the kind of people who know you, and know how good your intentions and acts are, but still insist on treating you as an evil person, even if you did nothing wrong to them or anyone they know, whether they belong to the first or second kind.

In the past, I dealt with hypocrisy in a self-destructive way. I used to get really sad, and mad, I had many sleepless nights trying to figure out why I’m being back-stabbed, or why do some people show me something then do something completely different, deliberately hurting me over and over again even though I never intended or did actually hurt them. On several occasions I’d turn to someone close and ask for support but I’d end up looking bad and many times I’d be considered the hypocrite, if not then I’d be at least called a whiny nagging silly person who feels all people are her enemy.
So there was a time when I’ve actually considered becoming a hypocrite myself, you know, “if you can’t beat them…”, but as the British novelist and playwright W. Somerset Maugham explains: “Hypocrisy is the most difficult and nerve-racking vice that any man can pursue; it needs an unceasing vigilance and a rare detachment of spirit. It cannot, like adultery or gluttony, be practiced at spare moments; it is a whole-time job”.
I can be extremely polite -which is often misunderstood as hypocrisy by the way- but I could not be two people at the same time. If I hate a person, I can tolerate them but I can’t act as if they’re so dear to me, and if there’s someone I love, I can never hurt them, at least not intentionally. So I pulled myself together and decided to deal with hypocrisy the best way I know, strength and ignorance. And now whenever someone hugs me tight when I know they’ve been talking negatively about me, or when someone gives me a big smile while giving me “hidden” and “indirect” comments to hurt my feelings or to point out something they know would annoy the hell out of me, I do get upset, but I take a deep breath, count to 10 and act as if I never really heard a thing… unless there was an insult of course that’s a different story

Hypocrisy to me is the synonym of cruelty, indecency, intolerance, and insecurity. It’s a lie, a lie perfected in a way that it’s being believed at a certain point. All I can say is that nobody’s perfect, but you should always give any person a chance of expressing themselves and never judge by what others tell you.
As for the hypocrites out there, I leave you with Benjamin Franklin’s simple yet extremely useful quote: “Clean your finger, before you point at my spots.”