Because I found this old journal entry and it amuses me

Tea (April 14, 2005)

It is something so cultured, enjoyed by so many societies. We partake in it to relax, we partake in it to connect to other people. We partake in it because it is a ritual and an art form.

I have always watched tea drinkers in awe. I have always loved the vivid pictures on Celestial Seasoning boxes. I have always found tea pots adorable. As many little girls, my stuffed animals had tea parties. As maybe less girls, I actually did not like tea. I found it bitter or tasteless, but dwelt on the hope that I would grow into it. For me, it was a sign of maturity.

I blame my dislike of tea for the breakup of my first relationship. After stressful days of class and school work, I wanted to come back to my room, unwind, and spend time with him. He also wanted to unwind, but did so with tea. I despised tea, so he would go and heat up a cup with one of my best friends. Needless to say, he was soon dating her.

Just the other day, an acquaintance invited me to tea. I agreed, since often "having tea" means having a hot drink, and I could sneak along a package of hot cocoa. But as she served me looseleaf tea from a trendy minimalistic teapot, with bits of blue flower petals in it and also chunks of caramel, an aroma as I had never experienced before filled the room, and my hot cocoa was forgotten. The taste was delicate, and not even bitter. While I sipped the tea accompanied by a petit ecolier biscuit, I knew that I had grown up.