What made wine finally start making sense to you

For years, wine felt like a test I was failing. I’d stand in the aisle paralyzed by labels I couldn’t pronounce, while secretly tasting nothing but.. grape. I’d order the second-cheapest option and hope nobody asked what I thought. The shift didn’t happen at a fancy tasting or in some vineyard in France. It happened at a friend’s cramped kitchen table around 11pm. She’d opened a $12 bottle of something red, poured it into coffee mugs because the dishwasher was running, and we just… talked. For hours. About nothing and everything. And somewhere in that mess of laughter and spilled wine and the way the glass felt warm in my hands, I realized I’d stopped thinking about whether I was doing it “right.” What did people here also do how did it stop being intimidating for you guys?