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Coffee Shops

Chels and I decided to go to coffee shops to study for the SAT this week and I realized that I have developed a fondness for them.  For a while now, I have had a liking for them and their ambiance (some more than others) but spending hours there on a daily basis this week has given me a new appreciation for them.

Think about the concept of a public place that doesn't feel like a public place that not only serves delicious, warm (or cold) drinks and snacks, but also provides furniture and an environment that practically forces you to think deeply and reflect.  I don't know what it is about the smell of coffee and the comforting surroundings of a coffee shop that give me a desire to read and learn and look up things that I might not otherwise be inspired to inquire of but there's definitely something. There is something about a coffee shop that calls me toward making the most of my brain.

Maybe it's the company of the people there.  As I was telling a friend about some of the contents of the previous blog post, (the one about texting) she asked if I saw many people texting at the coffee shop I was at that day.  The answer was no and it made me think about how possibly there is a correlation between the atmosphere I appreciate so much in coffee shops and the lack of mental laziness one finds there.

There has never been a coffee shop that I've walked into to see practically everyone glued to their cell phone or gaming system.  Usually people are on computers, conversing, reading, listening to music, studying, writing etc . . . 
It seems to me, something about the coffee shops themselves or those that frequent them inspire people to be more than what society seems to have set the standard at these days. 

To learn more, read more, be more creative, get to know others more and to think for themselves more.
-anna

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