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coffee. i hate you. i love you.
for twenty-four years of my life, i abhorred the taste of
it didn’t matter whether it was a cup of black java or a double chocolaty
chip frappuccino with whipped cream on top.
i hated it all the same.
(almost as much as I hate adult cartoons)
but the funny thing was, i loved the idea of coffee.
i had caffeinated dreams.
of being a hip coffee house dweller.
of having an order so complicated it borders on insane.
of toting around the logo of the latest ‘undiscovered’ anti-starbucks establishment.
of a hot barista hastily scribbling ‘you’re cute’ alongside his number on the side of my cup.
of actually being awake, i mean eyes bulging open awake, in the morning.
my hatred for coffee turned into pure determination to love it.
i started with a little sip here and there.
but i still couldn’t imagine myself paying over three dollars for something so disgusting.
that was until i finished my first full cup.
which must have been pure caffeine.
i was bouncing off the walls. buzzzzzzzing around the office. more awake than i’d felt in years.
of course i played it cool
aside from my visibly shaking body.
but i finally felt that spark i’d been seeking.
ok it was more like a high-powered jolt. but it was fabulous.
no more embarrassing hot chocolate orders for me.
i’m a mature coffee drinking adult now.
booyaH!