Coffee Me

I am not sure how I came to be such an avid coffee drinker. I remember that when I first tried it as a child, I hated it. It was bitter and foul, and I piled on so much condensed milk that it would no longer dissolve. Even then, I don't think I liked it. But I kept on drinking it anyway. It was different from all the soda, despite having the same coloration as coke, and the far most distant cousin of all the juices I'd drank. Maybe it's because of that, coffee became one of the first steps in life where I taught myself to do things despite hating them. Coffee was the tip of my small bitter lesson. Life is full of things you don't want to do, but end up doing anyway, either through social circumstance, expectations or because it has been ingrained within you that it must be done. So my child self drank it, already well bought into the idea of mind over matter without being aware of it, and drank. And drank. And drank, believing that the more I drank I would learn to like it.

Well, seeing as how much I like it now, it must've worked.

Coffee is something that I've taught myself to like. It's flavor is still bitter, but I've learned to relish it's bite. It's a rich, heavy aroma that I've come to love that nothing could ever compare with. Teas, in general may be just as strong but it has different qualities that could personally, never win me over coffee completely. Coffee is something that I will always end up going back to, no matter how long I may tire of it.