The Two Types of Morning People
There are two types of people in the morning. Those who wake up cheerful. And those who clearly need coffee before any form of human interaction.
Yo proudly belongs to the second category. Dressed comfortably and holding her favorite mug of coffee like it’s a sacred morning ritual, she stood in her kitchen with the energy of someone who had not yet decided whether the world deserved her attention.
She took a slow sip, paused dramatically, and stared into the distance as if processing deep philosophical thoughts mostly about patience, noise levels, and the existence of early meetings. Before coffee, her expression was simple and honest: a strong dislike for people, conversations, and anything that involved moving too quickly.
Caffeine Loading…
After coffee, things improved slightly. She lifted her mug again, nodded with approval, and declared her updated emotional status: feeling much better about hating people. Then she laughed not a mean laugh, but the kind of laugh that comes from self-awareness and caffeine working together in perfect harmony.
The coffee seemed to unlock a special mode—still not “friendly morning sunshine,” but definitely “functional human with boundaries.” She leaned casually against the counter, enjoying the warm mug in her hands, as if it contained all the answers to life’s early morning mysteries.
Upgraded, Not Transformed
Outside, the world continued its usual morning chaos. Notifications, alarms, and responsibilities waited patiently for attention. Inside, however, Yo was still in negotiation mode.
She took another sip, nodded again, and smiled slightly like someone who had accepted reality but chose peace through caffeine. “Progress,” she seemed to think.
By the end of her coffee ritual, she was not transformed into a completely different person. She was simply upgraded from “do not talk to me” to “I can tolerate existence as long as there is coffee.”
With a final amused glance at her empty mug, she let out another small laugh, as if the entire morning routine had been a private comedy only she fully understood.
Because sometimes happiness isn’t about loving everyone right away. Sometimes it’s just about finding the perfect cup of coffee… and then deciding how generous you feel about humanity afterward.
