Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Starting Down the Road

I like coffee. Almost since I was a wee small and first discovered the wonderful-smelling (but god-awful tasting) stuff. It wasn't love at first taste...but it was close enough to count.

Coffee is a lil deceptive, I think we can all agree. You smell it brewing and you think, "That has got to be the nectar of gods!" But then you go to drink some...and you change your tune. "Bleck" becomes a much better word.

(I'm not speaking to those of your who have liked coffee black since your first cup in the 3rd grade...you have your own memories and feelings. I didn't take an instant liking to pure coffee, as I'll explain. So just bear with me and exercise that imagination).

It's that deception that turns a lot of people off of coffee right away. It's not unlike getting burned by a hot stove...you equate the situation with unpleasantness, and don't repeat. No matter how much your boyfriend reassures you. No matter what your wife has put in the coffee mug.

You. Just. Don't. Like. Coffee.

All based on that one experience. There is another set of us who don't like our first coffee, but approach it differently. We think, "Millions of people drink this stuff everyday. They love it. They can't function without it. What am I doing wrong?"

So we find 8 creamer and 12 sugar packets, add it to a 6 ounce styrofoam cup of joe, and sip.

...and a life long love affair is begun.

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