Beer? I'm good.

    A Measly two beers and I'm already stumbling. Everyone that knows me well, should know that I was never cut out to be a beer drinker. Too little or too much of something in me conflicts with hops or whatever the hell. I just wasn't cut out for it.
    I remember being young, tasting Michelob Honey Lager as my first beer taste. I was rather young, I thought it was tasty in an odd way. But honestly, it was awful and still is awful. Somewhere inside me though, there was this drive to enjoy it. More than likely I could blame it on the media for displaying it so beautifully. Or my mother for enjoying it on a vacation to the Hodgeson water mill. But the deep, pretentious, and slightly intoxicated side of me ponders, "What if this is symbolism of something more grand?"
   Now I've been stroking my facial hair for a bit now, listening to Converge (ironic to drink while listening to, I know), and what I've come up with is just the simplicity of doing something, going through the motions of something because you feel that you must. As if it is a duty or obligation one must fulfill to be a human, or American, or someone who must finish what they started, someone that doesn't give up or lose hope.
   My friends have been on my mind lately. Their trials and tribulations. Their fights through daily life, trying to balance it all, make everything work. Struggle has the same head, just on different shoulders. My mouth will never be able to speak what I imagine in my mind and I would like to apologize to everyone for that. My point stands true, though.
   Refrain from forcing yourself through shit you don't want to pursue, things that don't inspire you or make you happy. You don't have enough time for that. Some people say, "You don't have to do anything that you don't want to." I say, use this with extreme prejudice. I don't want to see my friends twenty years from now, wondering why nobody ever told them to be happy by whatever means necessary.
   So...be happy. By whatever means necessary. If you don't like beer, then don't force yourself to like it.

Me? I'm getting less sentimental as time passes and wondering why I wrote this to begin with.