Coffee

I try drinking coffee, from time to time. It always tastes gross.

A crumbly, patchy blue nut. Thousands of islands of ragged blue obscure what's beneath.

The expression my mouth makes

But everyone around me seems to love it.

Some people only drink it black. It tastes like burnt dirt to me. Some people say "don't drink it black, put lots of sugar and milk in it" — then it tases like sugary milky burnt dirt, to me.

An elongated brown nut, but with the side towards us squashed a bit, with some compacted nut crumble exposed.

Such appetizing.

But I still try, from time to time. My tastes have changed in other respects, so maybe some day I'll join the hordes of coffee lovers.

A little red one, with an uncovered ragged chocolate swipe on the underside.

Can a million people be wrong about something?

A small brown one, with a small chord removed, looks a bit scarred-over.

Well, yes they can. But not necessarily?

I don't like coffee, but I also know that my Self is changeable.

A mid-sized green nut, with a centered pale impact spot, a round crack surrounding it, and some radial fractures.