The older I get, the more immature I act. I don't say this as a bad thing. I don't place the typical view of maturity very high on the desirable qualities in human beings list. Most people I know who would classify as mature are boring as sin. I have found, however, that as I age, I become less mature. I still act as though I were 21, not 26. I also have a feeling that when I hit 27, I will be acting more like I'm 20.
I still laugh at fart jokes.
I still watch silly cartoons with Bugs Bunny in them.
I still have existential angst.
I still have bouts of nihilism.
I am still stubbornly competitive about stupid things.
I still argue with people strictly for the hell of it.
I hang out with people who are mostly younger than I am.
I don't have an "adult" 9 to 5 job.
I don't want an "adult" 9 to 5 job.
This is only a sampling of my immaturity. I don't mind it though. In fact, I revel in it. The day that I consider myself mature, I might as well check myself right into a cemetery.
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