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Coffee makes me a might nervous when I drink it.\u201d Karl Childers, Sling Blade<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n Each morning in the United States, 172, 437, 895 people awaken with the same vague feeling of existential despair. The instant they return from sleep to conscious awareness of the physical world, they realize something vital is missing from their lives. It is not love or meaningful work. It is not a more pleasing appearance or financial solvency. Words become poor, puny things, inadequate to describe this gnawing emptiness vibrating at the cellular level. It best expressed in graphic form:<\/p>\n\n\n\n This is a caffeine molecule, simple in structure, complex in implication.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A recent study reveals that about 80% of the world\u2019s population simply cannot do what needs to be done without some form of this bitter, naturally occurring psychoactive substance. In the U.S., the Earth\u2019s largest consumer of coffee, the drink has become so commonplace that the morning pour over is considered a part of the USDA food pyramid, equal, if not superior, to green leafy vegetables. Coffee is now an art form, a fashion accessory, and part of our culture wars, as in \u201cWould you prefer a short pulled, low-foam shade grown Kona Ristretto or some Maxwell House?\u201d Coffee is touted as a hedge against cognitive decline, the bane of gall stones, a spur to the afternoon slump, and for the working class, a cheap alternative to both anabolic steroids and Viagra. There is also the matter of regularity, which for committed coffee drinkers requires no further comment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Coffee seems benign enough. Most people can pound down a tankard of Ethiopian Harrar, stroll down the hall and perform a perfectly successful appendectomy without so much as a tremor. Folks with steady nerves find a cup of Joe relaxing, an essential guest at any social gathering, a pleasant companion<\/p>\n\n\n\n on the daily walk, mildly inspiring, adding a spring to their step and an extra serving of valor to help them face life\u2019s inevitable periods of tedium.<\/p>\n\n\n\n However, coffee is not suitable for everyone. For those who are \u201csensitive\u201d to its chemical interactions, caffeine is essentially a DEA Schedule One Controlled Substance, similar to methamphetamine, only more expensive. To the caffeine intolerant, the initial euphoria of one percolated cup of Tanzania Peaberry is quickly followed by various degrees of mania during which one experiences an almost compulsive need to repaint the garage or mow the fairways of the neighborhood golf course. Next comes a lingering sense of irritability where the nerves feel like sparking copper wires and a slow download is cause for hurling the laptop through the nearest window. Irritation evolves into anxiety and after a second cup, full-blown panic, which if survived, eventually dissipates into ennui. And yet many people deny these ravages, and willingly climb aboard the same hamster wheel every day using a colorful variety of rationalizations.<\/p>\n\n\n\n During my years of swilling down everything from Folger\u2019s Coffee Crystals to French Press Sumatra Firestorm, I\u2019ve become well-versed in coffee\u2019s schizophrenic oscillations-one minute \u201cOde to Joy\u201d the next \u201cNight on Bald Mountain\u201d; from It\u2019s a Wonderful Life<\/em>, to Requiem for a Dream<\/em>; today, the mind a choir of wondrous revelations-tomorrow, my cat\u2019s loving meow transformed into an air horn. But sifting through the congestion of divisive voices, how could I ever uncover the truth about coffee? It was plain that I needed advice from a sage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n One mild Spring afternoon I attended a workshop hosted by Patricia Bragg, N.D. Ph.D. heiress to the physical stamina and expansive product line of the \u201cVitality King\u201d, Paul C. Bragg. It was entitled, \u201cRegain Your Birthright of Super Abundant Health!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n The audience, all of whom, like myself, were in various stages of disrepair, was flushed with the anticipation that their allotment of Super Health was less than an hour away, and with it a return to the<\/p>\n\n\n\n Joie de Vivre of a nine- year-old. Ms. Bragg appeared, radiating agelessness, vigor and boundless perkiness, all without stopping at Starbuck\u2019s on the way. She began with a short exercise in alternate nostril breathing, followed by a quick Q&A.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I seized my opportunity. \u201cIs coffee really <\/em>that bad for you?\u201d Her response was swift and unexpected.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAsk your pancreas.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019m ashamed to admit that in all my years on this planet, I hadn\u2019t once consulted my pancreas about even trivial matters, and as I was crafting an ice breaker, Ms. Bragg continued. This time in a more didactic tone<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSon, coffee\u2019s a brutal whip to the adrenals; it leaves your cells begging. Why would you drink that poison?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Although I assumed this was a rhetorical question, even before I was able to reflect on my motivations, she had transitioned to the importance of daily lymphatic drainage and Apple Cider Vinegar massage, most of which I missed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That night my dreams were visited by images from the Id.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In the first, my adrenal glands were hunched over to the oars of a Roman war galley, the task master flailing them with cat-o-nine tails as he shouted, \u201cramming speed!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n In the second, my cells, pale and dispirited, wandered mean streets with tin cups and placards \u201cSpare some trace minerals?\u201d \u201cWill work for Niacin.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I woke disoriented and after being restored by an invigorating cup of Kenya AA with its haunting<\/p>\n\n\n\n complexities, redolent nose, fruity undercurrents, and audacious finish, I decided to quit\u2026once and for all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019d quit before, countless times, but armed only with underdeveloped will power and a flimsy sense of destiny, I was quickly vanquished.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I was told that before embarking on any important journey, it is beneficial to begin on an auspicious day, one in which the cosmic tumblers are properly aligned to invite the assistant of supernatural powers. I chose D-Day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There are several traditional methods of giving up a stubborn habit. All of them fraught.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cold Turkey<\/em>. Fashioned entirely for masochists, the perils of sudden abstinence are widely known. Day One: That fragmented feeling better known as dissociative fugue. Day Two: Who lit this signal flare in my head? Day Three: Lethargy accompanied by the sensation that Redi-Crete had been transfused into my connective tissue. Day Four: Pacing frantically outside the Buzz Hut trying to trade my Amazon stock for anything <\/em>with caffeine in it. Day Five: 12 ounces of Jamaican Blue Mountain single serve with a dollop of whipping cream, a dusting of nutmeg, the morning sports section, a reclining chair and\u2026.behold, the revenant!<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Tourniquet. <\/em>Essentially a slow strangulation during which the daily amount of caffeine is incrementally reduced until all desire magically disappears. Best attempted in a padded environment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Unreasonable Facsimile<\/em>. The peculiar idea that substituting a beverage composed of cereal grains, chicory, rain forest tree bark, or chaga mushrooms can somehow duplicate the transcendental delights of a Caf\u00e9 Cubano.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Extinction. <\/em>Drawn from Positive Psychology, this technique advises the addict to \u201ctoss out everything associated with the offending behavior or substance.\u201d So, out goes the cappuccino machine, the IWAKA<\/p>\n\n\n\n Home Roaster, Braun grinder, Mr. Coffee drip station, the French Press, two packs of organic brown coffee filters, the five-year stash of old Barista <\/em>magazines, tooth whitener, my gift card to Philz <\/em>and finally the 40 pound burlap sack of green Columbian beans in the hall closet. However, it\u2019s not so easy to discard your dopamine receptors I discovered shortly before trying to chase down the trash truck disappearing into the horizon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As I straddled a precipice, I chanced upon one of those unattributed quotes that seem to be strewn about everywhere these days: \u201cThe Great Books provide not only solace and contemplation, but a compass and a lantern.\u201d Emerson? Samuel Johnson? 50 Cent? No matter. I began with Moby Dick <\/em>because of its uncanny parallels to my situation. A solitary figure haunted by personal demons pursues a mythic creature around the Norway Maelstrom and through Perdition\u2019s Flames, finally to thrust a sharp object into its dark heart. Hmm. Now that I recall, it didn\u2019t really end that well for Ahab, did it?<\/p>\n\n\n\n Better try something else. Lear! <\/em>A bewildered monarch repudiates the thing he loves best, ending his days barking mad on some bleak storm-swept heath. Maybe the Odyssey<\/em>. Odysseus lashes himself to the mast as the Sirens torment him with offers of free refills.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I was at an impasse. I couldn\u2019t quit, the canon of great Western literature didn\u2019t help and there were three new artisan coffee shops opening on the main drag downtown to undo whatever resolve I could muster. Just as it seemed I was doomed to spend the rest of my life staring at the bottom of a hand thrown coffee mug, I remembered the Bhagavad Gita, India\u2019s trove of wisdom which Gandhi said could unravel any knot point confronting mankind. I snatched it off the shelf and picked a page at random:<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Gita, for the uninitiated, recounts a great war between rival clans in ancient India, but it is more importantly an allegory, with the principal warriors of one army representing man\u2019s ennobling qualities while the other, man\u2019s debasing behaviors and habits. I had opened to Chapter 2, Verse 3 in which Lord Krishna is exhorting his chief disciple, Arjuna, the greatest of warriors, to fight for righteousness in the<\/p>\n\n\n\n climactic battle of Kurukshetra. Arjuna in a state of despondency has refused to take up his bow and destroy his enemies, many of whom are his bad habits cleverly disguised as his kinsmen and therefore dear to him. It sounded uncomfortably familiar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n To rouse his disciple, Krishna engages in a timeless discourse which includes these lines: \u201cOh Arjuna, surrender not to unmanliness: it is unbecoming of thee. O Scorcher of Foes, forsake this small, weak heartedness. Arise!\u201d A torrent of arrows follows shortly afterward, and the day is won.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And so similarly roused, I mounted up, hoisted my lance and strode forth to unhorse the bean. But as it turned out, this joust was no epic struggle matching sinew and cunning. It was really a matter of pride, of arising from an unwillingness to resist tyranny, of reclaiming my warrior\u2019s heart and my independence. The outcome was decided more by surrender than volition. I yielded to the truth. I loved coffee, but unlike most people who can drink it with impunity and joy, the stuff was poison for me, just as Patty Bragg said it was-a foe that needed to be scorched.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A few nights after quitting, I had a dream. In it my adrenal glands suddenly stopped rowing. 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