The first night into a weekend vacation in Asheville, I found myself struggling to answer the question “Am I a mountain person, or am I a beach person?”. Answering the question itself wasn’t the dilemma [I think I’m a mountain person], but rather the challenge became the act of making the decision. Picking one over the other would forever lock me in to that camp, right?
What if I choose to be a mountain person, then realize later in life I’m really a beach person? I’d be screwed.
The lesson here, use caution when starting your vacation off at a brewery tour. You’ll end up pondering meaningless questions.