I Love Coffee:
I love the taste of coffee – always have. In fact, I am addicted to it. Well, the addiction is the caffeine, not the coffee. And, I’ve told my family, “OK, ok, I know I drink too much coffee (maybe 8 cups a day), and I’ll stop!”
I have stopped drinking coffee about 30-times in my lifetime – the first day after ‘stopping’ is OK, then for the next three days I will have horrendous caffeine withdrawal headaches; and then, I’ll go for about two or three weeks, and try drinking tea as a less potent caffeine addiction. I do like some flavoured teas: the Caramel infused tea by Lipton is AWESOME!
Nevertheless, after those three weeks (or so) without coffee, I will begin to hate the taste of tea and wonder why the hell I gave up coffee – does any of this sound vaguely familiar to anything you have gone through?
Thus, I go back to coffee, and “aaaawwwwwwwwhhhhhhh, bliss.” That is, until one morning, like today, I made my coffee, sat down at the computer to start editing photos, and for some reason, I could not handle the taste of coffee! It was horrible! My mind is asking, “What the hell happened this morning? Is it the tremendous pressure and stress I’m going through that has changed my taste-buds? Nonsense! That would be ridiculous! Maybe it is my stomach’s call out to me about frequent gastritis, telling me to ‘hold on there buddy – today is the day I make you crawl on the ground like a worm, in pain, once again!’ That could be it…Or maybe it is the blahness (blackness) I’m feeling about just about everything.”
Maybe stress-overload can cause taste to change also. Maybe if you are feeling so numb about life and all that is happening in it, that your taste-buds also take a time-out, or change directions. I do not know what happened.
So, I finished that one cup of coffee (I don’t waste food or drink unless it is biologically bad); and then, I made a cup of Darjeeling Tea, and that seems OK to my taste-buds.
That is my morning weirdness so far.