Starbucks makes me froth

I hate myself a little… I went to Starbucks today. If you know me then you are not at all surprised by the impending rant. Yes, it’s true. I don’t like Starbucks. I’ve gotten tired of having to explain my case, and I have actually begun to find my voice quite annoying when I discuss it. It has gotten to the point that even now I don’t feel like justifying my cause. I will simply say… I just don’t like their coffee. Lately I’ve been trying to be less passionate (at least openly) about things such as these. I try to think of them as my own personal struggles with society, and therefore are not necessarily something I need to alert the media too. This has turned out to be quite difficult. Apparently I’m a passionate person. In any case, though I try I can’t always avoid bigger companies, but I’ve been pretty good about my personal boycott on Starbucks. At work I only drink flavored coffee because it’s the only kind we brew that’s not Starbucks. I work though my coffee cravings when there aren’t any Kiva Hans, or Caribou Coffee’s, around. But, I do slip occasionally. I’ll drink Seattle Best from time to time trying desperately to pretend I don’t know that it’s now owned and operated by Starbucks, and I’ll dink the sporadic frappachino during finals. But every so often this time of year, I feel myself drawn to the one place I openly hate. Its fall, my favorite time of year and I want my damn warm caramel apple ciders, and my delectable pumpkin spice chais. I’m frothing at the mouth just thinking about it. Today wasn’t the first either. I went three times last month. Oh the horror! Walking to work today with my head down caring my little cup of guilt, I remembered why I decided to keep my personal principals on things such as Starbucks a secret. It’s much too easy to become a hypocrite.