“Ciao, Baristi!”
No, no I am not going to write this post in Italiano, since the words I know in Italiano just ‘Ciao‘ and ‘Amore‘ also the only sentence I know in Italiano just ‘Ti amo‘- or should I just write “Ciao! Ti amo, Baristi!” instead?
“One Caramel Macchiato, please” who knows my simple order of the best Espresso Base ever will bring us to the thousand things? I know darling I know, your little coffee shop which located at the corner of Automotive Center didn’t serve Macchiato, but darling, you have to know how I love Macchiato this much.
From the way you respond me, I bet you are such an obedient person, since you automatically smirked your smile and said “Sorry, there’s none of our menu, and I have to work based on the SOP”- Oh come on darling, don’t be that strict to me.
“How about caramel latte?” then you tried to suggest me while you find me dazing because of meticulously reading a small piece of menu which only serve single origin coffee and several Espresso base.
After falling silent for a moment, then I nodded- by perforce.
“I prefer to choose Latte than Macchiato, Latte has a balance taste, while Macchiato is more strong. I am just wondering what is the special thing about Macchiato to you? Basically, both of them have two main ingredients, milk and espresso, what makes them different are the whole steam milk and the milk foam, but ya that’s okay, it’s the matter of taste”, you said- Oh I know darling, I know. Don’t be such an annoying person as if I know nothing about coffee.
This coffee shop is not to large, but I love its ambiance. I sat on the corner of the shop, right next to the window. I read the last Albert Camus’s novel- La Chutte (English: The Fall) . Then you came while brought me the Latte- which was suggested by you and suddenly asked “Camus? Unbelievable!”.
“Sorry?”, I asked for the explication.
“People nowadays tend to love continental philosophy and claim their selves as an existentialist, seemingly forget that everything has an essence, “what makes it, it“. I don’t know if they really understand about the meaning of existentialism or not”, he tried to give me an explanation- or may be you just tried to belittle me.
” If we talk about existentialism, we can’t deny if it has broken loss the traditional Philosophy due to its subjectivity, humanism and free will. But not all the existentialists didn’t believe in essence.”, I tried to put into words.
“So how can you explain about there the intrinsic meaning and free will? If we see the reality, we live in the life full of rules, you can live your life as you wish, no matter how hard you try. Even if we have to find our lives in order to achieve its meaning, still we have to embrace the rules.”, he said- like I said before, you are such an obedient one.
“That’s why we call it a bad faith, where people being under pressure from social forces that disown their innate freedoms. Still we have to find a meaning in a meaningless world as Sartre said”, I respond his argument
“But still it’s not a hundred percent people will get their freedom, this is not a simulacra. Someday you will get an uneasy feeling when you realize that things might no have no essence. There is no totally meaning in anything, there is no correct choices, no intrinsic right or wrong. So how can we know it is a right direction when it is likely a wrong direction ?”, he said
You have a very good point, darling. But I will not fall for it.
“Like running your coffee shop based on SOP and being a person who really obey the rules? It’s the matter of taste, anyway”, I smirked my smile. GOTCHA! It’s neck and neck now.
“By the way, it’s really nice to meet you”, he smiled.
Two hours passed by, I almost reached the last page of Camus’s novel. Actually, I have read this novel three times and this will be the four times I re-read this novel. Every time I read this novel, I always have a different interpretation. No wonder this novel is a dramatic monologue series and it’s hard to understand. Seems like Camus attempts to reveal himself, as he sees himself and the way others see him. Or may be Camus attempts to dig the meaning of existence through this novel. Who knows.
One thing that you should know, darling. There’s the depressing answer from Camus about the meaning of existence. He thought that life had no meaning- hence, Camus philosophical view was known as the existentialist absurdism.
I looked outside the window, I saw you smoked while reading ‘Philosophy and Religion’. No it can’t be. No wonder if you are a little bit skeptical about ‘Existentialism’.
I had my last sip of Latte, I closed Camus’s novel, then I walked into the cashier.
You suddenly closed your book, you run to the cashier with a rush- I can see it when you slam the door.
“Sorry if I bother you”, I said. I feel so bad, honestly.
“No, it’s fine”, he said while give me the receipt.
I handed the money to pay the receipt.
“Thank you”, he said
I smiled.
“Wait”, he added.
“I’d like to make you a cup of Macchiato, how about Saturday next week?”, he asked me directly.
And I nodded, automatically.