I’m a 33 year old woman, have lived in Seattle for the last 15 years, and I don’t drink coffee.

Go ahead and let that sink in. I know you need a minute.

Coffee, to me, is this mysterious elixir that has enchanted everyone else, yet I possess a strange immunity to its gravitational pull. My mom needs coffee to function in the morning and my dad carries the same cup of coffee around with him all day and nukes it for 30 seconds every hour or so. I certainly didn’t come by this preference honestly.

The truth is I’ve never liked coffee. I don’t think it smells good, I certainly don’t think it tastes good, and I never enjoyed the hassle of having to deal with it as the very first thing you do every. single. day. I like that I wake up in the morning annoyingly perky without it.

I’m also cheap – my other more selfish reason for not joining the coffee cult. When I was in college I didn’t like beer (did anyone?). Given to social pressures, I felt it was important to at least try to like beer. My tastebuds were persuaded over $3 pitchers of High-Life my junior year, and BOOM! I was a beer drinker. Now I love beer. I think it’s tasty and delicious and the elixir of life, and I imagine the way I feel about drinking one at the end of a long day is similar to how you feel about your morning cup of jo.

The downside of liking beer, of course, is that I have to pay for it. Beer is expensive and so are my hobbies, so I continue to choose not to teach myself how to like coffee even though I can clearly see how much joy it brings so many people.

When you tell people you don’t like coffee, one of three things happens: 

1. You receive a look of horror that morphs into a look of repulsion before an insult is hurled at you related to the state of your mental health. 
2. You’re asked a series of questions. Why? How is that even possible? But how do you wake up in the morning? Does your life even have any joy?
3. You’re offered a cup of tea instead.

I don’t like tea (and, as mentioned but in case you missed it, I don’t drink coffee either).

Beer and water. Wine. Occasionally a gin and tonic with lime. I’m a pretty simple girl. Unless I win the lottery, then I’ll have an Oprah moment and it’ll be COFFEE FOR EEEEV-RRRRYYY-OOOONE!

So that’s my shocking secret. I don’t drink coffee. What’s yours?