Is there
really something incredible wrong with me for the simple fact that I don’t like
beer? Should that mean I’m a terrible person not adequate to live in society?
Am I a failure as a human being?
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I could
insist. I could close my eyes and repeat to myself that I like it. I could
pretend to be someone else. I could teach myself not to gag. I really could.
But is it really worth all the trouble? All the pain? All the bitterness?
So, I would
be able to get drunk for change (unlike with the sweet drinks I actually like),
sure, and I would have it in common with a lot of people. But should I really
power through this in hopes of getting a long, meaningful relationship with it?
Hoping that I’ll learn to enjoy it? To love it? To long for it after a hard
day? All that effort so that people don’t look at me funny when I say I don’t
like beer? Or Coke? Or red wine?
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