As circumstance and I now have a little dispute about aestheticism, trash bins and coffee, I have to make a few strong points in favour of weak coffee:
- Her coffee is indeed of colour, these days. I must admit, one can, at times, not make out the bottom of the cup. This occurs mainly, when black cups are used.
- Having said that, my capacity of dicernment became distorted, while my body slowly adjusted to her way of coffee brewery, a long time ago. So today, I prefer weak coffee, too.
- Main reason for this is, that I noticed (after the first shock of caffeine detox) one can spend all day having her coffee, without physical over-reactions such as heart failure. Which surely would have happened, had I stuck with the strenght of coffee I was used to have pre-circumstance. So all she did, was trying to save my life.
- Which brings me to my strongest point: all the quality time spent, sharing countless coffees with her. In fact, if I had to take a pick, I’d rather forego coffee for ever than not spend time with her.