If there’s one personality trait I got from my grandfather, it’s the love for tea. In the summers we spent at his place, I’ve seen him have it every morning and in the evenings when he got back from work. We’re not British. And I still enjoy coffee. But the buzz and excitement that a good warm cup could bring gives me a real fresh start.
I like having it before starting any form of work. And I’m thankful my meager salary can afford it from a shop at least once a week. I guess I should just bring a box of 10 or 20 bags to work.
God bless my granpa’s soul.
it’s not that im self confident, i just don’t give a fuck about what other people think besides my friends or family