... and I was ashamed of speaking about it until today. My shrink told me I need to come clean with this and face not only my addition, but the fears and shame attached to it, so I can overcome it one day. Either that or learn to accept myself as I am.
I, ladies and gentlemen, am addicted to Twinings' English Breakfast tea.
There you go. I said it.
At my place the lady has surrounded me with fresh teas from all over the world. Every time she travels or we travel together, there is a heavy, three digit purchase from the finest tea shops in town.
You name the place. We've shopped for tea in France, Italy, Germany, Denmark, Sweden, Estonia, Latvia, Lithuania, Russia, Mexico, Netherlands. You pick the flavor. We currently have french vanilla, green with jasmine, marzipan, chai, cherry, mango, amaretto earl gray, strawberry, strawberries and cream.
Yet, I never finish my tea during the breakfast.
I munch my bread with cheese, take a few sips of the exotic, expensive tea, and then head to the office calmly, smiling, just like any day. Inside me, though, there is a volcano about to erupt. As the tram approaches downtown, my heart starts beating to the excitement. And the emotion grows and grows, until my hands get sweaty by the time I get off the tram, right in front of my office.
When I'm there, I simply rush into the 5th floor, where my office is, without saying the typical good mornings, bothered by anything that may stand on my way. When I reach the office kitchen, I feel my hands shaking... and there it is, majestic: The wooden box with the full variety of Twinings. I loath the rest. They suck. But right in the middle, untouched, gorgeous in their virginity... the red envelopes of English Breakfast tea.
I snap one, then open the paper cover slowly so the fragrance is released. By the time I do this, I don't know how but my other hand has managed to place a cup and pour the milk. I then place the tea bag in, pour hot water, and run into a far away corner of the office where nobody will notice nor bother me. And then I drink that majestic beverage, and I feel that I am finally awake. Before that moment, is as if I would be living in a blurry area between fantasy and reality, unimportant, unaware.
After that, it's all downhill for me. I flush down 5 to 8 tea cups of English breakfast during the journey, nervous and sad as the end of the day approaches, because I know that I will return home and pretend that (oh darling!) I am happy drinking exotic, expensive teas.
When I finally leave the office and head back home, I know my life won't be complete the next day, when I return to Twinings' English Breakfast tea.
There you go. I said it. Now judge me if you want. I don't care.
Originally posted by SeitseYou are not alone.
I'm trying to face my serious addiction problem here, mate, not to get mocked at 😠
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On a Saturday night after a hard and dirty session of roller disco, the rest of the dance troupe all suggest we go and get drunk, I go along with it just so I can pretend to be "normal".
But, all the time I am thinking about that top kitchen cupboard and the heaven that hides behind it.
I try to convince myself that I do not have a problem, and force myself to drink 15 pints of beer, two bottles of cheap red and 6 or 7 shots of vodka, but it is no use.
I am a dirty dirty gir...I mean man.
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Originally posted by WoodgieDamn it, mate, I totaly understand you. It is horrible to realize how disgusted we feel when we have to pretend we like alcohol or any other beverage that the 'normal' people like, when in reality all we want is a cup of tea.
You are not alone.
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On a Saturday night after a hard and dirty session of roller disco, the rest of the dance troupe all suggest we go and get drunk, I go along with it just so I can pretend to be "normal".
But, all the time I am thinking about that top kitchen cupboard and the heaven that hides behind it.
I try to convince myself that I do n ...[text shortened]... red and 6 or 7 shots of vodka, but it is no use.
I am a dirty dirty gir...I mean man.
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And we must do it in the shadows... unable to accept this love that dares not to pronounce its name.
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Originally posted by SeitseFirst I was thinking "the guy has taste", preferring Twinings' English Breakfast tea over such abominations as tea with mango or (shudder) Earl Grey (the amaretto doesn't make things better). Nothing wrong with that addiction. That is, that's what I thought until I came to that part about the milk and then putting the tea bag into the milk!!! That is totally utterly completely wrong! Please change your evil ways immediately!
... and I was ashamed of speaking about it until today. My shrink told me I need to come clean with this and face not only my addition, but the fears and shame attached to it, so I can overcome it one day. Either that or learn to accept myself as I am.
I, ladies and gentlemen, am addicted to Twinings' English Breakfast tea.
There you go. I said it.
A ...[text shortened]... glish Breakfast tea.
There you go. I said it. Now judge me if you want. I don't care.
Originally posted by NordlysI can't control myself. I've turned into a monster! 😞
First I was thinking "the guy has taste", preferring Twinings' English Breakfast tea over such abominations as tea with mango or (shudder) Earl Grey (the amaretto doesn't make things better). Nothing wrong with that addiction. That is, that's what I thought until I came to that part about the milk [b]and then putting the tea bag into the milk!!! That is totally utterly completely wrong! Please change your evil ways immediately![/b]
Originally posted by Rene-ClaudeI'm sorry! I'm sorry! I know I am a monster! I can't control myself!
Yes, milk in the tea (that's a clue); put the bag in the cup, pour on the boiling water and when the tea has reached the perfect depth of colour then, and only then, do you add the milk.
Have you no shame?
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I mix 'em all !!! Aaaarrrgghhhh
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