So I gave up caffeine. I haven’t joined an anti-caffeine cult, and I haven’t picked up a health craze eschewing everything but sunshine and filtered air.
I just realized that it made me really jittery. And not having it makes me less jittery.
But sometimes I miss it, because I am relatively certain that it was the substance that made up at least sixty percent of my brain.
Sixty percent is a lot to lose.
I’ll think about it, and be tempted by the thought of my mind finally finding second gear, and maybe even edging into third. But then I remember my racing heartbeat, my shaky hands, that feeling of not being able to sit quite still.
And I have a glass of water instead.