This Just In—I Don’t Like Coffee

I am not a coffee connoisseur.

When I was a little girl, I thought I was quite fancy when my grandmother would give me a cup of coffee steeped in cream and sugar. I didn’t really like the taste of it—I just liked sitting there and looking so grown up drinking coffee. I would then spend the day running around like a chicken with my head cut off because of all of the caffeine I had just ingested.

As an adult, I am not into coffee at all. The only time you will see me drinking coffee of any kind is in the winter when I am trying to heat up. And even then, I usually opt for hot chocolate.

I have friends who cannot get through the morning without a cup of java, or mocha latte, or frappuccino, or iced coffee, or any of the many fancy coffee drinks that Starbucks and Co. has invented.

What is with the fascination or need for coffee? Is it the addiction to caffeine (which I do understand because I have had my share of addictions to soda)? Is it the taste (which I don’t understand because it isn’t a pleasant taste, coffee is), or is it just the lifestyle option, meaning coffee is a morning staple so you must have it?

Whatever the case, when I tell people I don’t do coffee, I often get side-eyed, smirks, scoffs, etc.

I am not a coffee drinker by any stretch of imagination, BUT I need to mention that I adore the smell of coffee. Smell, but don’t drink.

Do you have a fascination with coffee? Do you have to have your cup of Joe first thing in the morning or your whole day is put into a tailspin?