I like drinking coffee black. I went a week or two without access to any sugar and creme and grew to like it, so that's what I usually go for.
Black coffee is bitter. Brewed correctly, I think it's delicious, but it's still bitter, and as such, it's really easy for it to go bad. Use just a little too much coffee grounds and it's like you're drinking brown colored water. Use too much and it's unbearable.
On one particular occasion, I had gotten a cup of coffee from Starbucks and I started drinking it as I walked back to my dorm. You can guess where this is going - it was horrible coffee. I should've just thrown the entire cup away, but I didn't. I had a caffeine addiction, and worse, I had a headache. Also, I just liked having my coffee - it was cold out, and the coffee was warm in my hands. It still smelled wonderful. It was every indication of a good thing.
So, I walked along, coffee in hand, happy as could be until my headache would pulse a little harder. I'd have forgotten that I didn't really want to drink this particular brew of coffee and take another sip in hopes of consuming enough caffeine for the headache to subside. And then I would taste it and remember the four times that had already happened that night. I'd kick myself for being so stupid and then kept on walking, still keeping the coffee.
That happened over and over again until I finally threw the cup away. I'd forget it was bad, take a sip, regret it, and not throw away the cup.
Now, I'm not trying to use this as an analogy for any one thing, because I think this can apply to many, many things. Don't we all have things we go back to, even when they know they'll hurt us?
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