Mate or coffee?
Arguing means that it's not all the same.
As we are
Argentines are full of disquisitions and we love to engage in Byzantine discussions about petty nonsense. Some people take this attitude as the origin of all evil and to me it seems more like the opposite. I think it's healthy to argue passionately about what you think. Keep in mind that I come from philosophy; if I didn't take the discussions seriously, I would have to commit suicide. On the other hand, I think that the term "discussion" should be vindicated a little, because many people relate it as a transparent synonym for "fight" and I think they are wrong. To argue means that not everything is the same. And that not everything is the same is fundamental for a full and enjoyable life, because the homogenization of thought is very close to apathy, and that does seem to me to be a bad word. Finally, having finished this somewhat Marianogrondonesque introduction (although I censured myself several times for appealing to etymology, how badly I did), I put forward the terms of the discussion: mate or café? My position is very clear: COFFEE. Mate, let's be honest, is ugly. We drink it because we get used to it, because it keeps us company, because we like to challenge bromatology in order to share things. But coffee is an elixir of the gods, it has no point of comparison. There are all kinds and intensities, of all sizes and for all times. From the filthy swill offered by Starbucks to the Roman ristretto that gives the sensation of swallowing plutonium. Anyway, I kept thinking about something: I think we chose mate because of its gregariousness. Because we all suck on the same light bulb, as if to say "If you have tuberculosis I don't care, it's all because of the group feeling: if you're going to die, I'll die with you". And coffee, on the other hand, is enjoyed in solitude, in a rather minimal, quick quantity, almost from a sack as if it were tequila. I think that this column made me think a little about how I am, more than my psychologist (to whom I am tremendously grateful, although you think that much is not noticeable your work, I think so). I like to be alone. I work reading and writing, activities that require solitude and silence. If someone made noise with the light bulb next to me, I would have no choice but to ask them to please go and drink mate somewhere else.