the type that sip out of good china

So I have had writers block. Get over it. I know I have. And instead of coming back with some fantastic story to write about, I don’t really. Its such a pointless topic, I will be surprised if anyone reads it. but you know, I have been told I’m quite good at talking to myself.
You see, I have grown on this obsession with tea. Last year it was coffee, and I used to drink it all the time, keep myself awake (although some would claim that my amount of coffee could keep no one awake, but that’s only because they have enough caffeine to keep a bear out of hibernation in their cups, yeah you know who I’m talking about, I’m looking at you). However then I heard stories about people getting headaches from not drinking it, and getting addicted to it and everything, and decided it was not for me. So now, since I have been getting increasingly tired thanks to assignments, stress and a social life, I have needed some caffeine from somewhere. So I went on a hunt.
Now I would have turned to coke, however do you know how bad that is for you? The good life? Well enjoy life with coke, and an absence of teeth. I have never really got back into coke after not drinking it for a few years under dentists orders. Best thing I have ever done, well not really. Best thing for my teeth.
Now there are only so many places you can turn for caffeine. It’s a pity that on lack of sleep there are so little options; coffee, where you seek addiction for the rest of your life, soft drink where you end up awake, but your teeth are always a little yellower, I suppose you can go to caffeine tablets if you’re into the hardcore stuff, but I’m telling you, that’s not me.
So that left me one option. Yes, I turned to tea. I have now become a tea addict. As weird as it is, tea is really enjoyable for me, and what’s better, less caffeine! Which means it doesn’t really wake me up, but even so! The fact there’s something there makes it all better.
I never realised the beauty of tea until my time of need. Like a lost friend, which I had pushed to the back of the pantry, it waited until it was needed, until I was in complete crisis, and showed its glowing face to me; a sign from up above!
The good thing is that it comes in so many flavours. I used to think there was only one type, but really there are so many. I would have to say my favourite is Earl Grey, however due to a lack of it in my pantry, and my friends for that matter, I have turned to English breakfast, which is almost as good. It also caters for my laziness. I don’t have to do anything, but switched the kettle on, get a cup and put a tea bag in. The only annoying thing is milk and sugar. You have to get it exactly write, because when its too milky, it isn’t as good as when its just right.
Now I know what you’re all thinking; she’s off her tree. Well, I probably am. I mean, tea is for grannies, right? No one else drinks tea?
Well I think that’s the sad thing. We assign certain things to certain groups, just stereotype them together. Grannies are the one’s that sit around eating cup cakes and sipping tea, with there little pinkie out drinking from the good china. It seems so strange for someone young to drink tea, and enjoy it. I must be destined to be old and boring before my time. Well, I highly doubt that. Its sad that we have stereotyped these sorts of things into such tight groups, where only one certain type of person can do this.
I am telling you now, that I am going to drink tea no matter what people say. I am going to wear my tea drinking granny label with pride. I might even put it on a badge, knit a doily. Whatever works.