It has caused me to question everything I've ever claimed about myself. I'm going through an extreme internal makeover. Do I really like the color green? Maybe I enjoy sweating? Perhaps I actually love tofu and just haven't been honest with myself?
What is my name?
It happened this morning. I boiled some water, I placed a tea bag into a mug, I poured in the water and watched it steep. Then it came to me - like a lightening bolt, a wrecking ball, a slap in the face...
I don't like tea!
I drink it because of its medicinal purposes. I drink it because it helps me talk in the morning. I drink it because its offered to me. I drink it because it's something rather than coffee - something I am embarrassed to drink in public because I have to add a disgusting amount of sugar and creamer before I can enjoy it. And with tea, it's almost the same thing. Only, it just doesn't do it for me unless its Southern sweet...and ice cold. And I know all that sugar is so, so bad for me - so what's a girl to do?
Usually, I make tea, take a couple sips then just leave it and it gets tepid and to strong. Then I will gulp it down out of guilt because I made it and now it's wasting - and I like tea, right?
Occasionally, I like a cup of tea for health, for the heat, for the conversation. But in all honesty, I'd rather have a mug of revoltingly thick hot cocoa topped with marshmallows and maybe some whipped cream, too.
It's just who I am.
Mother? Will you still claim me?
Your Twenty-Something Life Crisis Daughter