“The Kool-Aid.”
Not because it’s my actual favorite, but because, let’s be honest—we’ve all taken a sip. At some point, we’ve blindly bought into an idea, a cause, or a relationship, ignoring every neon warning sign flashing BAD IDEA. And oh, did I drink. Sometimes I just got queasy, other times, it was a full-on existential food poisoning.
Side note: The phrase “drinking the Kool-Aid” comes from the 1978 Jonestown tragedy, where over 900 people in the Peoples Temple cult followed their leader, Jim Jones, to a mass suicide. Ironically, it wasn’t even Kool-Aid—it was Flavor Aid. But the phrase stuck, much like bad decisions tend to.
These days, I still get tempted by its sweet, intoxicating lure—but at least now, I stop, sniff the cup, and ask myself, what exactly am I about to swallow?
That said, if I’m being sensible, I’ll go with a cortado in the morning or an Old Fashioned at night. But let’s be real—we all have our Kool-Aid moments.
BB Grey--musings 
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