I brew beer. Why do I brew beer? Well, I’m not 100% sure. Because really, if I stop and work the math (which I hate doing) it doesn’t add up. You see, the raw ingredients for a batch of beer cost around $40 for two cases (48 bottles). Now that’s some cheap and tasty beer! However, here’s what ends up happening: I walk into my local beer supply store and glaze over. I begin to realize how screwed I’ve been in the past by not having a $30 device for aiding in the partial mash process — oh the humanity! Then, I get a feeling that some of the fermentation problems and pronounced notes of hops I had on the last batch were probably due to not cooling the wort (pre-beer mixture) quickly enough — “Yeah, I should probably pick up some supplies for a chiller.” No big deal, just another $50. You see what’s happening, don’t you? I’m getting ready to brew my next batch of Cristal. But man o’ man, do I love brewing beer! And at the end of the day, the value of sitting in the garage with my friends for three hours and drinking good beer while we create mediocre beer can’t be underestimated. Grown Men, you need to find a hobby. Let’s talk it out…
Here’s our working definition of a hobby: A hobby is a way to spend time doing something you enjoy that does not necessarily provide any monetary income and has little discernible, tangible benefit (other than happiness) to you or those around you. Basically, a hobby IS fun and ISN’T work. A hobby DOES occupy your brain and DOESN’T stress you out. A hobby is, in it’s purest form, old school, little kid, OshKosh B’gosh, playing.
I suppose it started when we were little guys, spending a copious amount of time in the back yard just goofing around with the wagon or constructing a ramp for the Hot Wheels to jump Beau the Basset Hound (actual event). By the way, what happened to Hot Wheels? They used to be small versions of regular cars. Now, they’re all futuristic and messed up. I want a Hot Wheel of an ‘84 Ford F150. I’m just sayin’.
Back to the point: gentlemen, you need to have playtime. It’s ingrained in your masculinity and can’t be denied. There is a part of our psyche that, even in a fulfilling relationship and wonderful job, just longs to mess around, goof off, kill time, build something, wreck something, tinker, or be creative. All of us need that one thing – we’ll call it a hobby – that gives us a measure of margin in our life where we’re not connected so intensely to the adult world and the expectations thereof. Wow, that was heavy.
Here’s a final thought about having a hobby. I’ve clearly been avoiding naming actual hobbies because there are about one zillion options for how to have big boy play time. I brew beer. In the past, I’ve done wood block carving, biking (that lasted for about 5 minutes), blogging, and a ton of other random things.
Grown Man, don’t you blog now? I mean, wait, I’m reading the blog. So yes, you do blog.
Good point, Mr. Observant. Here’s what’s important to remember, I started blogging as a way to make my friends laugh. Now, I’m on more of a mission with this site and must do adult things like pace myself, maintain boundaries, and sometimes even not write in order to enjoy writing again. In short, this blog has crossed out of the hobby realm and into the something I like to do a lot realm (sorta like a job). It’s a fine but distinct line. When you find a hobby, make sure you know when it’s a pure hobby and when it’s a mini-job. Because a mini-job is great, but the little boy in you still needs some mindless Hot Wheel time.