You know how I know your a beer nerd? You obsess over the most inane minutiae in an attempt to justify your pathetic existence. Your daily routine consists of 99% staring in the void and wishing you could jump off the nearest skyscraper after doming a bottle of Black Tuesday and listening to a Creed/Matchbox20/ThirdEyeBlind mixtape from '02. You have no friends or family, acquaintances only mention you when they deride your fetishes for sticky libations and line-waiting. Your waist size is greater than 46, you are near-sighted, you think you can drive and probably believe in the theoretical value of things like democracy and fedoras. You are a member of a message board dedicated to finding similarly creepy bridge-dwellers who simultaneously uplift and denounce the idiosyncrasies of bottle limits and membership benefits. You know who John Wakefield, Trevor, Cory, and all the other awesome personalities are that make sharing the knowledge and beauty of craft beer with soccer moms and LARP-ing loners who haven't had the last ounce of willpower crushed out of them by having their 1-per-person allocated adjunct BA Quad Saison Dunkel hybrid break in transit with nothing but Upland lambics to replace it with, so great.
You know how I know youre a beer nerd? You didn't even read what I had taken time out to post on an internet forum but probably will like the post or one making fun of it anyway. Congrats, you are a ****ing Beer Nerd and you have a license to be the most insanely annoying and terrible person on the planet without repercussion.