Day 16: Tea

At one point in imperial Britain, the British household spent 5% of their income on TEA.

I have always wondered why: what was so good about tea? Although tea had a rather interesting flavor, it was bitter and bland. Why does the average British household not spend 5% of their income on fruit juice? Or soup? Now that I have drank some tea myself, here is my answer. There is nothing very great about tea, but it was better than water.

I have gotten in the habit of filling my wide-mouthed water bottle with green tea leaves, and drink it frequently. The straw often clogs up with tea leaves, but I just remove the straw and drink tea directly. My good friend Sunny Q., whose inquiry project involves tea, has generously lent me some tea, and I have taken the opportunity. I really cannot say that the flavor is pleasing, although the bitter flavor is better than the too-plain water.

At this points, a large squad of tea connoisseurs would be chasing me with a big stick, enumerating the various flavors and tastes of tea. To be honest, I really cannot say I taste the difference between different teas, and nor do I think that tea is any better than fruit juice (gasp!). But I must admit that first, I am not a professional tea taster, and second, I drink tea to enjoy. The said connoisseurs would be hurling death threats at me for my various crimes against humanity, such as brewing green tea with 70 degrees Celsius water (85-95 degrees is preferable), drinking tea out of a plastic bottle (???), and waiting for the tea to cool down (*&%* $^%)...

I cannot say it ever gets more dignified...

“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask." Over the course of Microcampus, I have experienced the individual freedom that I have been grappling with ever since I have left Shanghai. Who am I? Why am I here? My Microcampus-era posts and thoughts would go to reveal my struggle against who I am, a struggle you will soon face in Microcampus. And now that I am back, I may have but a fragment of my answer.