We’re the Same Kind of Person…

I’ve noticed that most people who buy our lattes don’t repost them.

They don’t tag us. They don’t share a story. They don’t announce that they’re drinking it. They just drink it.

At first, that might sound like something you’re supposed to worry about. But the more I’ve thought about it, the more it feels like recognition.

They’re more like me. The real me.

For anyone who doesn’t know, I’m actually very shy. Not hide-in-the-corner-can’t-speak shy. I’m a millennial. We had to go in person to fill out job applications. We had to read out loud in literature class. We were extroverts, whether we liked it or not.

That said, I have a three-hour max for being out of the house. I’ll see you around ✌🏾

But no, when I say, “the same kind of person,” I mean the kind of people who read books they don’t want to share because loving it felt personal. The kind of people who go to dinner with friends and don’t share the pics they take. Who have whole LIVES no one knows about.

A friend recently recommended a book to me. No hype from Good Reads. Just a, “I think you’d like this.” And I did. I loved it. So much that I didn’t want to share it. Like it belonged to a specific moment in my life. It didn’t feel like content. It felt like something just for me. But then I glanced at my latte and remembered I had a business to promote. And this was an easy lay-up.

For the record, when I do share personal bits online, I don’t like it lol..(even though a lot of people think I do). I don’t have a personal social media account and haven’t since 2011. So, I completely understand why people don’t share. It’s not instinctual for everyone. It’s not natural. And it’s definitely not required.

But people like us…the Mirandas of the real world. Not Shaq-behind-the-tree introverted. Just private. The ones who roll their eyes at the guy they actually like, then carry on a full, charming conversation with the guy they have zero interest in. The ones you assume are just floating around, unattached, unbothered.

Side note: I heard Gen Z doesn’t like Sex and the City? I heard y’all said Carrie was a bad friend? Wow. Just wow. Anyway!

These are the people who disappear without warning. And then one day they pop back up three years later with a whole family, a new last name, and a house in a state you didn’t even know they were considering. And you realize they were always paying attention.

So, to the quiet Lattly lovers, I see you. And thank you. Keep doing you. (Sharers, ty too 🙂)

Keep trusting your taste. Keep loving the books you don’t recommend. And please don’t let Good Reads tell you a book is a 5/5 when it’s not. They’re lying. And yes, the man in that romance novel is charming. He’s good-looking. He’s emotionally available. He’s going to make you think you should reinstall Hinge. Or at least go out more.

But I assure you, nothing tastes as good as a pistachio latte when you’re not waiting on a text back.