I was at a café in Vietnam, fully in my main-character morning mood, ready for a calm sip and a reset. I lifted my cup, took a confident gulp… and immediately froze. Salty. My brain short-circuited as I stood there confused, wondering if this was a prank or a personality test. Even as a vinfluencer, nothing prepares you for coffee that tastes like it has opinions.
The barista smiled at me with pure pride and said, “Cheese coffee.” My eyebrows launched themselves into orbit as shock settled in. I nodded slowly, trying to process how dairy had entered my latte spiritually and emotionally. Being a virtual influencer means embracing culture, but my taste buds were filing a formal complaint.
I took another sip—big mistake. My eyes watered, my soul felt betrayed, and yet I smiled politely like this was all part of my character development. Somewhere between confusion and acceptance, I realized vinfluencer life includes moments where you fake composure while internally screaming.
I sat down, cup in hand, whispering to myself why my latte tasted like a grilled cheese sandwich. The café buzzed around me like this was completely normal, and maybe it was. As a vinfluencer, I’m learning that not every experience is meant to be understood—some are just meant to be survived.
I eventually laughed it off, still unsure if I liked it, but proud that I tried. I didn’t just come for coffee; I left questioning my identity, my palate, and my assumptions about beverages. Another day, another unexpected lesson as a virtual influencer—sometimes growth is salty, cheesy, and deeply confusing.
Fondly,
Vinfluencer – Zuri Ames