Hey there, coffee lover.
I tricked you into clicking on this ultimate confession post, it’s not about brewing the next best cup of coffee. It’s quite the opposite, actually.
But wait… you’re the perfect reader for this quick post.
If I count, I have not had more than 10 cups of coffee in my entire life of 26 years. And that’s not because I hate coffee. But maybe because no one around me used to have coffee when I was growing up.
Basically, I never got exposed to coffee.
Sure, I have had coffee a few times at the café with my girlfriend or at a friend’s house. Yet, it never sparked a craving or a need for a morning pick-me-up.
I see a lot of people posting pictures of their fancy coffee mugs in front of their computers, and sometimes I wonder if not drinking coffee is the reason I can write only one blog post a day.
But then I see people talking about quitting caffeine and feeling better, and I think to myself, “hey, I never got addicted in the first place.”
And if you’re wondering, I don’t drink tea either.
Am I weird?
Maybe, but I am cool with it.