Of all the overrated things I know in life, Starbucks is the only place I keep coming back to however expensive their coffee and other beverages might be. But this is not solely about Starbucks and the way I love their Raspberry Mocha Frappuccino Blended Coffee. More than just a home for expensive but delicious Frappes (usually with ugly whipped cream on top), their coffee house has been a part of my life in a more personal level.
One good example is the way I could not think of anyplace else to go to whenever I feel depressed and in need of some peace. I usually feel like this when I go to work, especially if it’s preceded by a bad fight between me and my best friend. He also knows this tendency of mine, that’s why he tries to make sure that I’m emotionally okay before I get to work at night. However, sadness is a real traitor, attacking anyone during the most unlikely time and place.
My first detour happened when I was still working with my previous company.
The idea occurred to me so suddenly. I was already walking along the Orchard Road of Eastwood City, puffing a cigarette and enjoying the bright lights and sounds of the night, when I came to a halt and thought about ending it all. (December 18, 2010. Self Destruct)
After that, I took a half-hour ride to Greenfield District, Mandaluyong and passed the night at my favorite Starbucks place just beside Teleperformance. The place had only few patrons when I got there, Two of Us by Aimee Mann and Michael Penn playing loudly in the background. I had the music volume lowered before I ordered my drink, Grande Extra Hot Praline Mocha.
Only when I had finally taken my favorite spot did I become aware of everything, that I just abandoned my work, that I would be destroying my self again for the second time. It’s a good thing that I brought a book with me. It’s Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami. It’s such a sad book. But it served me well that night. Their sadness also became my sadness that I almost forgot about my own.