As I sit here with my CBD pen, I reflect upon the perils of daily life. 

Do you work in a big fancy office with a big fancy car, with big fancy friends and spend too much money trying to impress your neighbour? Not I. We all long for a deep sense of meaning, feeling, and acceptance. All of which can be found in the bottom of a local IPA. 

This IPA cannot be mass produced, but must be enjoyed by the needy and hipsters alike. If more than 3 people at the bar know this IPA, it does not count. If this IPA doesn’t have an obscure picture of either a fish, Viking, or some kind of geometric picture on it, doesn’t count. 

When it comes down to it, it’s not the IPA, it’s a longing for something more. You may feel alone in these feelings, but trust me you are not. As part of a group chat who are open and caring, I assure you many more feel void of meaning, and alone. In this, does this not make us alike, and not alone? Are we not one with our suffering? Something to ponder upon later at the bar with the pineapple double  lactose IPA you’re forcing down your throat.

I remember the days when an IPA was not as rewarding, and was a challenge to prove myself to my peers as a “beer guy”. This toxic behavior shall continue for many young men and women alike. Therefore I shall leave you with this quote from Kate Tempest in the song “Hold Your Own”.

“Know the wolves that hunt you, in time they will be the dogs that bring your slippers”. – Kate Tempest – Kameron Bethell

May this parallel your feelings towards that local grapefruit IPA you feel you shouldn’t spend $7 on because honestly it’s shit.