Beer Satisfaction

I can't get no (beer) satisfaction.  It's a problem with being a beer geek.  Your expectations are very high, and you are not easily satisfied.  What to most would be a really good beer, falls flat to your beer geek expectations.  Where is the simple joy in drinking a beer?  Every beer is poured carefully into the correct beer glass.  Assessed for head retention, colour, smelled for hints of stone fruit, bread and esoteric esters.  Then the liquid hits the tongue, to be assessed for mouthfeel, qualities of flavour.  Is that a little DMS I detect?  Oh God, DMS.  What a failure.  And the whole experience is critiqued and dissected.  

WTF.

Why?  It's just beer damnit.  Here's a good bit of advice, happiness is not found at the bottom of a beer glass.  Nothing really bad is happening in my life right now, just a lot of every day shit.  But I feel that if I can just find that perfect beer, I'd be happier.  I've had some really good beers lately, but I'm still not satisfied.  An OK beer becomes a disaster of epic proportions.  A good beer is meh, and a great beer, kinda holds the bastards at bay for a period of time.  WTF? It's just beer.

I understand Mick Jagger more and more each day.  He can't be a man 'cause he doesn't drink the same type of beer as me.  Take a breath.  Toast your friends.  It's just beer.

I keep telling myself that, but I don't really believe it.  It's not just beer damnit.  It's so much more than that.  

​It's a curse I think.