Just the ritual of it. Caffeined or otherwise, it’s all about the tea. Now, you may be wondering, why does this count as a bad habit? Well, here is the sentence that probably comes out of my mouth more often than any other: ‘I’ll just have a cup of tea, then I’ll get to work’. The hope being that tea will prepare me for whatever is ahead, when really, it’s just another form of procrastination. I might plan to have a cup of tea whilst getting on with it, whatever it might be, but I’ll always think, now I’ve got a cup of tea in my hand, let’s have a nice break and do a sudoku or listen to this song or something first. I’ll leave the house for lectures/my optician’s appointment/to go shopping, once I’ve had a cup of tea.
These days my cups of tea are, more often than not, redbush, or some kind of PFW (as P would have it – Poncy Flower Water, otherwise known to the rest of you mere mortals as a herbal tea), so it’s not about the caffeine, and it’s not really a problem, except that I seem to have filled in all the silly little gaps in my day where I could be doing something useful, or where I used to be smoking instead, with tea.
This isn’t a bad habit I mind in the least, but it’s not exactly, well, efficient, is it? That said, it certainly isn’t something I’m going to change any time soon. I like tea, and as long as it doesn’t actually stop me from showing up to lectures and so on on time, I’m not forgoing it. But then, no-one’s asked me to. I just sometimes wonder if I depend on tea, as an experience (rather than a drug) too much. How would I cope if there was suddenly a tea-shaped gap in my life? If instead of sitting down for a nice cuppa, I had to just quickly slug a glass of water and get on with it? I think I’d cry.