I have a coffee press which I use to make my morning java love. If you are not familiar with coffee presses.... (pictured)
You grind your beans and dump them in the bottom of the press. You pour boiling water onto the grounds then press the plunger. The coffee is brewed as it mixes the grounds and water and the press forces the grounds to the bottom so you can pour the coffee heaven into your cup of loving.
If you love coffee and don't have a press... you don't really love coffee. If you are using a coffee machine you actually are really fond of coffee. You think coffee is cute and fun to hang out with. Coffee makes you laugh and you both enjoy each other's company. You don't love coffee, though. I mean love-LOVE not a "yea, coffee's cool"-love.
My love for my pressed coffee is also matched with me being an idiot. I have a routine (as with most things in my life)(read: I am an OCD freak).
I put water in the kettle and start the boil. I then grind the beans, they go in the press. I get my coffee cup (read: vat) and put my light soy milk and sugar in it. The water boils.
You are guarenteed at least 1 out of 6 times instead of pouring the boiling water into the press so the magic can happen, I will just pour the boiling water directly into the cup. This creates a less-than-magical drink of watered down sweetened light soy milk. Not so tasty.
Why my brain skips and ignores the 400lbs press on the counter and feels the need to pour the water in the cup (skipping a pretty important step) has yet to be researched and documented.