Oddly enough, I don't like coffee OR tea. And I find the ridiculous peer pressure regarding something as simple as a drink to be entirely demeaning behavior.
OT: I'm sorry, but it's impossible for me to become what I hate. That would require me to drop my IQ 80 points and start jabbering on loudly about Conservatives, Muslims, and people who live in The South. In short, I wish to go on record to say that my father is a moronic bastard who can't see over his own ass in a discussion.
But I will say there was this one strange moment involving cole slaw. I don't like it and I was never forced to or pressured to eat it because it was an optional sidedish, but there had been a brief instance when I decided that cole slaw was alright. Some time later, I hated it again and have not changed that since. There are, additionally, things my folks thought I hated that they mistook. It's all very complicated here sometimes.