It took almost 32 years, but coffee finally got me. If anything could convert to a caffeinator, it would be medical school. The third year of medical school.
It's like all vices. It made me feel terrible at first. That's how I avoided it for this long. It is anxiogenic, and I'm looking for an anxiolytic. It gave me acid bowels. Three hours later, I would want to die. But I persisted through it. Like the hacking after the first foul drag of a cigarette, the sour face after the first unexpected bitter bit of beer, those symptoms have settled into a low-grade physiologic disturbance.
And the taste! I'm tired of nettle tea! A vehicle for cream! I'm tired of unsweetened rice milk!
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It got me 2nd year. I know you only met me post habit, but long ago I hated the stuff. Now..sigh...it is something I would include on my desert island list, maybe even above chocolate.
~A-Dog
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