Voodoo witchcraft will not stop my love for coffee! 🔮☕

I can't believe what is happening, am I living in a hidden camera reality show?, am I in some kind of movie?, am I hallucinating?, have I lost my mind? I have been sitting in my living room for half an hour completely perplexed, staring into the void, why?, you may ask, well, because no matter how hard I try to drink my delicious dark coffee that I prepare with great enthusiasm, nothing enters my mouth!, do you understand?, I can't taste anything!, does what I'm saying make sense?, I guess not, but, that's what's happening to me! Wait, who exactly am I talking to? who am I telling all this to? am I crazy? Pause! Think clearly Danielle, think clearly, take a breath and try to drink again your coffee...

Nothing, no matter how hard I try to drink my coffee, nothing goes in my mouth! The liquid is there, I can see it clearly in my personalized cat-patterned mug, but how come nothing enters my mouth? My gaze inevitably gets lost again, just as my mind wanders when, ah!, I remember something, something that changes everything. I tell you, recently, I ended a two and a half year relationship with my now ex-partner, Mike, because of differences in our moral values, you know, it happens, but, it turns out that although I try to end the relationship on good terms, he did not take it well at all and told me with these exact words before leaving my apartment "I come from a lineage of voodoo witches from New Orleans, this is not going to stay like this, I will bewitch you!", how intense, right?, Well, I confess that, before such a statement said with bulging eyes and in a funny tone of voice, what I did was laugh, I could not take it seriously, I found it very dramatic and theatrical at the time, but now that I'm recapitulating and analyzing, it all makes sense, Mike had bewitched me!, who knows, he may even have a voodoo doll of me!, Jesus Christ!

Once again I stared at the emptiness in front of such revelation I just had. Mike knows perfectly well my love for coffee, he knows it's like fuel for me, of course if he wants to take revenge he's going to do it with something he knows will affect me.... How evil! The feeling of shock didn't leave my being, I mean, I understand that our breakup has affected him, but, to bewitch me?, witchcraft?, really? I consider myself a believer, you know?, I think people should believe in a little bit of everything in this life and well, I'm not a big fan of witchcraft because usually only dark witchcraft cases come to light, but I know there is good, I know those gifts can be used for good, so I'm horrified that Mike would use what he knows for dark things, I can't believe I dated someone like that, how did I not notice? and most important, what I'm going to do now?

I remained contemplative for a long time, thinking about what I should do in this abnormal situation and, after so much thinking, I decided that the best thing to do was to leave everything to God, because as far as I know, every witchcraft that is done to harm someone else, is returned by three and Mike will naturally get what he deserves, karma exists... yes, but, mmm, maybe I should also help God a little, you know, maybe I should pay Mike a visit at his house, accompanied by a friend disguised as a monk, who will tell him that everything will be returned to him, ha, ha, yes, I'm going to do it.

The day arrived, I went to Mike's house without telling him, accompanied by my friend Frederick, who disguised himself as a Buddhist monk to help me in my adventure. I knocked on the door three times and when Mike opened it, his eyes widened, looking from me to Frederick, I held back the urge to laugh and asked him to please enter his house, to which he replied that no, we couldn't enter. How audacious of him, don't you think? Well, I decided then to proceed with the plan from outside, I looked at Mike with all possible seriousness and I told him: "Strange things have been happening to me since we broke up, I know that you are the cause because of the last thing you told me before leaving my home, I do not know what exactly you have done Mike, but I kindly ask you to stop, what you are doing will come back to you worse and here my teacher and protector, the Buddhist monk Anderson is going to tell you a few things". Then my friend Frederick in his role of a Buddhist monk, completely into his role, told Mike a lot of things that even I didn't understand, but Mike looked really disturbed and lowered his head and then raised it and looked at me with regret.

It had worked, my plan had worked, Mike apologized to me and promised to get rid of the voodoo doll he made of me, I guess he is not so oblivious and evil after all. How wonderful!, right guys?, wait, who exactly am I talking to?, well, who cares, my liberation has to be celebrated and you know how I will do it?, by going to a coffee shop to have a delicious espresso with my friend Frederick, who couldn't stop laughing about everything that happened and also loves coffee.

This experience has certainly made me appreciate even more my sacred drink, coffee. Uff, what a madness.