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I don't know what I was thinking. Everyone has always said how they like Starbucks. I needed a wake-me-up this morning and, after a boring lecture in Art History, I went after one.
Feeling silly (as I always do when faced with decision making of the food-purchasing varieties), I explained to the lady that I've never actually had a Starbuck's coffee before. She suggested the White Chocolate Mocha as 'something sweet' ... okay, sure. I'll try anything twice, right?
Not quite $4. So I'm really going by what the chick was saying -- it's supposedly one of the top selling drinks. Everyone likes it. It's 'sweet' so it should taste good.
I waited for it to cool down a bit. Wandered around the bookstore. Found the cutest little Hallmark card (a flock of Horned Dorsets in sepia, one of which is wearing a black and red bow tie -- "Making matters worse: No one likes my sense of humor." Inside: "What is WRONG with these people?!") which I bought after fighting the urge to tell myself that I didn't need it. I wanted it and, what's more, I wanted it to send to mum. So I got it.
Went over to the sculpture department. The cup had cooled, so I took a sip. Eh, what's this taste? Do I like it? Another sip. What is that?
So I head back out towards home, still sipping lightly trying to figure out if I liked the stuff. I couldn't quite put my finger on what I was tasting...
I didn't want to admit it, but I hated it. I hated that $4 cup of white filth. I threw my money away in the nearest street corner trash bin.
Half-way home I figured out what it was.
Pretension.
If pretension tasted like anything, that would be it. Subtle with undertones of something it's not. Ingrained in the mind that it's so very good and should be placed upon a pedestal of taste buds before swallowing. And it nearly had me. It nearly had me forcing myself to say "Oh, this is good!" for the sake of not making me have purchased something I didn't like and then promptly throwing away the money I'd spent on it.
I'll never make that mistake again. If I ever want to try another flavor of pretension, I'll have someone else buy it for me :\
Lesson today: ...if I wanted the taste of scalded Half-n-Half, I would have gone over to Ukrops and picked up a half-gallon of the stuff for the same price and burnt it myself. At least then it might have had a better flavor that I could have pin-pointed as 'crap' and I wouldn't have felt bad for throwing it out the second it touched my tongue and my brain registered it as nasty.
I don't know what I was thinking. Everyone has always said how they like Starbucks. I needed a wake-me-up this morning and, after a boring lecture in Art History, I went after one.
Feeling silly (as I always do when faced with decision making of the food-purchasing varieties), I explained to the lady that I've never actually had a Starbuck's coffee before. She suggested the White Chocolate Mocha as 'something sweet' ... okay, sure. I'll try anything twice, right?
Not quite $4. So I'm really going by what the chick was saying -- it's supposedly one of the top selling drinks. Everyone likes it. It's 'sweet' so it should taste good.
I waited for it to cool down a bit. Wandered around the bookstore. Found the cutest little Hallmark card (a flock of Horned Dorsets in sepia, one of which is wearing a black and red bow tie -- "Making matters worse: No one likes my sense of humor." Inside: "What is WRONG with these people?!") which I bought after fighting the urge to tell myself that I didn't need it. I wanted it and, what's more, I wanted it to send to mum. So I got it.
Went over to the sculpture department. The cup had cooled, so I took a sip. Eh, what's this taste? Do I like it? Another sip. What is that?
So I head back out towards home, still sipping lightly trying to figure out if I liked the stuff. I couldn't quite put my finger on what I was tasting...
I didn't want to admit it, but I hated it. I hated that $4 cup of white filth. I threw my money away in the nearest street corner trash bin.
Half-way home I figured out what it was.
Pretension.
If pretension tasted like anything, that would be it. Subtle with undertones of something it's not. Ingrained in the mind that it's so very good and should be placed upon a pedestal of taste buds before swallowing. And it nearly had me. It nearly had me forcing myself to say "Oh, this is good!" for the sake of not making me have purchased something I didn't like and then promptly throwing away the money I'd spent on it.
I'll never make that mistake again. If I ever want to try another flavor of pretension, I'll have someone else buy it for me :\