Sometimes, things rattle around in my head for so long that I wonder if I might have blogged about them before; or whether it’s something I’ve just scribbled down in a notebook and forgotten about; or if it’s something that I’ve just chatted about with a friend; or if it’s something that, somehow had managed to exist un-written-down or un-talked-about and un-blogged-about. So, if I’ve written about this before: sorry, but I just can’t be arsed to scroll through the archives to check.
Now, with that waffle-y introduction, you’d be forgiven for thinking that what I’m typing is going to be in some way interesting or profound. You’d be wrong. And who knows, I might even forget I’ve written this blog post and write about it again in the future. Joy.
It’s simply this: I wonder if there’s some psychological reason why I – and I assume others – like having the lid on a to-go paper cup of coffee. Here’s a picture by way of an example.
And what a perfect example it is, because I think that maybe the small opening in coffee cup lids may well remind us of being a baby, and drinking from those sippy cups, and thus stirring up some sort of warm fuzzy feeling inside. Or is it that we simply have a desire to, whenever possible, put a lid or top on top of a drink container? I mean, for most of my life I’ve got along fine with the concept of a cup or a mug. I’ve managed to spill a very small percentage of the open-topped liquid containers that have ever been gripped by my hands; yet, gimme a bottle of mineral water, and I will always put the top back on, even if I know I’m gonna take another sip fairly shortly. Is it just something to do with my hands that I do this? And I think it’s not just me. Lots of people do it.
Anyway, you better get used to this sort of blog post, cos once my trip is over – in less than three very very very short weeks – this kind of crap is what you’ll be reading regularly, I imagine. Once I’m through moaning about having the post-holiday blues, of course, which may well take up another month. Blah blah blah.. woe is me! My 29-week holiday is over! Boo hoo! Etc. Oh, and by the way: that Dutch Bros. coffee was shite. And on a scale of one to a million, how lame is the design of the cup!? Tulips and a windmill? You lazy motherfuckers…