Instead, I wound up drinking this whole bottle of kombucha, living weird stuff and all, and I felt … weirdly awake. I later read on the bottle that shaking kombucha isn’t a great idea, much for the same reason shaking a bottle of champagne or soda or beer isn’t a great idea (on account of it being pressurized), but I got lucky and the bottle didn’t explode. I can’t exactly describe why, but I felt compelled to shake this bottle, and incorporate the living culture into the drink itself. So I gave in to the craving and purchased a bottle of GT’s Trilogy, described as a tangy balance of lemon, raspberry and ginger, with the usual carbonation and living culture inside. I reason that my body may very well know what it needs better than I do, from my brain perspective, and perhaps these cravings are a sign of a deficiency. I sometimes have odd cravings that overwhelm my usual tastes, and I’ve learned to listen to these cravings, at least sometimes. And it’d been a while since I had kombucha, what with the weird stringy mass of living stuff in it, and I just wasn’t ready to chance $3 on a bottle when I wasn’t sure it would be what I was in the mood for.īut this time I really felt drawn to the bottles. See, kombucha is a bit pricey, or at least pricier than the bottles of soda I usually impulse buy at checkout. I had walked past this display each of my previous few trips to this store as well, and during each of those visits, I had stopped to contemplate the bottles briefly (albeit in increasingly lengthy durations on each visit) before moving on without buying one. Once upon a time, just a couple of weeks ago: I was at the grocery store in my usual exhausted, foggy state of mind, when I walked past a display of bottled kombucha. Anyway, we’re here to talk about kombucha. A lot of this stems from anxiety and depression issues, so it’s kind of its own monster I have to deal with. And I am too tired to give a crap about exercising, so that doesn’t work. That said, caffeine usually just doesn’t do that much for me. I use caffeine, although I try to be careful and not drink too much, and not drink it too late in the day, because I know it can disturb my sleep and make the cycle of tiredness all the worse. I spend most of my days trying to feel un-tired. Like, to quote an LCD Soundsystem song, I’m never as tired as when I’m waking up. Basically what I’m saying is, I’m kind of fussy about things like that, or at least I was. I didn’t want to get any in my mouth, so I took extra care to not agitate the bottle, lest any of it shake free from the central mass and float up to where my lips met the liquid. The flavor of the drink was fine, enjoyable even, but the stringy mass of living stuff at the bottom loomed. I recall the first few times I bought a bottle to try, I anxiously eyed the weird “mother” of fermenting kombucha material floating near the bottom.
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