The Coffee Shop - A Parable

The Coffee Shop - A Parable

by Kris

This came to me after reading these blog posts:

http://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/blog/20438/my-purpose-joining-big-closet

http://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/blog/20454/could-i-be-loved-be-considered-beautiful

 © 2010

In my town, there was a coffee shop. Not one of the modern St*rbucks-type places, but a real old local coffee hangout. The woman who ran it, Erin, imported varieties of beans from all over the world, and roasted and ground them in the shop. Sometimes the neighbors complained when she over-roasted a dark roast, but she mollified them with a bag of (not over-roasted!) coffee, and some chocolates (did I mention she also made and sold chocolates?).

The patrons were a varied bunch, college students, local shop workers, old hippies, and people who came from considerable distances to visit the shop and drink and buy custom roast blends to take home to savor. These were people who knew and enjoyed their coffee. They chatted about the merits of different blends, roasting techniques, growing regions, and fair-trade practices. They not only drank coffee, but they celebrated coffee in songs, recited poetry about coffee, and wrote stories about real and imagined coffee drinkers and experiences.

One night Jess came into the shop and sat at the counter drinking a glass of ice water and talked to Erin and some other patrons about how he was trying to not drink coffee. He said he had urges to drink, and had sometimes given in, but now he really was trying not to drink coffee. He explained how the coffee drinkers that had sometimes imbibed with him didn't understand him, now that he was trying to quit. Other folks that he knew who didn't drink coffee couldn't understand these urges he had and how he was trying to resist them.

He wondered if this was a place where he could be understood? The patrons here seemed so nice and friendly, and since they drank coffee, surely some of them must understand his desire to not drink?

Erin thought for a while.

I'm sure, she said, that many of the people here have tried to give up drinking coffee, some many times. Some were told by parents, friends, or SOs that they drank too much coffee and should stop. Others were told by religious leaders that coffee drinking was a sin and they must stop or be damned. Others were told by doctors that they should quit, or at least cut back, for their health.

But what you need to understand, is that the patrons here have come to terms with their coffee drinking. Some drink a lot, some just a little. Some hang out here all day, others just stop by now and then. They all have accepted coffee drinking, in what ever way they practice it, as part of their nature.

The patrons here won't think any less of you because you're trying to not drink coffee. They know you can still be loved, and be a beautiful person inside, whether you drink coffee or not. You're still welcome to come in and drink water, as long as you don't mind them. They'll continue to drink coffee, to write about it, sing about it, and rhyme about it.

Now if you're serious about not drinking coffee, this might not be the best place to get help. Perhaps you should talk to a therapist who has experience with people with drinking issues of all sorts.

Smiling, she said, "Perhaps you would be happier at the bar down the street?"

The End



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