Maturity is so silly
- by Pixel
Apparently I’ve become known for my philosophical posts. I find that interesting, because philosophy is a rather small percentage (20.45) of the totality of my postings.
… by the way, notice how the 22.45 has no percentage sign attached? Yeah, I just made that number up and I figured it’d be accurate so long as there were no units. In other words, it’s just a number, it’s irrelevant to the story. Now do you see why it’s important to put units on your science class assignments?
In any case, I do have a thought to elucidate: maturity.
I’m an old bastard (20.45) and I’ve been a grown up for a long time now.
Being a grown up just blindsided me one day. I was out with my friends, doing some Urban bobsledding (two people in a shopping cart going down a hill), when my friends decided to tie the shopping trolley to the back of a truck and race around the town on a cop-infested weeknight. Right about then, it hit me: I’m too old for this.
So we went to Wal-Mart and did some Urban Jousting (two people, each in their own shopping carts, go towards each other wielding a giant foam noodle and trying to hit each other).
In any case, age is silly and maturity is even sillier (nor is there any direct correlation. The correlation has to do with life experiences of which age gives you more opportunity to have). You can tell that maturity is silly when you see a really serious, mature person try to maintain maturity in an absurd situation: it’s hilarious.
People act mature because they want respect or want to seem respectable. Bah.
Faux maturity is as silly as fashion and faux ‘coolness.’ It is a ridiculous concept.
I remember when I first visited colleges and saw everybody walk around at their own pace, not worried about anything. I ran around like an imbecile, hooting and hollering. It was great. I thought, “it doesn’t matter if I act like a dumb high school student, that’s what I am!” Later on, when I finally got to Uni, I still found myself running around like an imbecile, hooting and hollering.
Then I thought, “hey, I’m a college student. However I act is how at least one college student will act. The heck with how I act, whatever anyone thinks, I’m as mature as I want to be.”
So long as I don’t care how people perceive me, there’s no reason to care how I look or behave.
Heck, even if I do care how people perceive me, it’s no reason to be that way all the time.
For instance, to this day I do not have a complete and accurate curriculum vitae (résumé in American), I have never really dressed up for a job interview (which is probably why I’ve had such few jobs), and rarely have a voicemail message or an answer that isn’t silly.
And I actually do legitimate business from my phone sometimes.
But the thing about legitimate business, especially my kind of business, is that personal appearance is irrelevant to the outcome. If my [label missing] writes a good piece, what the hell do I care if he has long hair (and you know how I hate long hair)? What even does prior experience matter but to show reliability and talent? Talent should show in the writing and who am I to demand reliability. Especially now with no incentives?
Perhaps it is just me. Perhaps it is just me, moofruot, and Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.
Note: This is not to say that seriousness is ludicrous, because it isn’t. There are some things that just have to be treated seriously. Maturity too can be necessary in certain situations, but most of the time…
maturity is so silly.
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Apparently I’ve become known for my philosophical posts. I find that interesting, because philosophy is a rather small percentage (20.45) of the totality of my postings. … by the way, notice how the 22.45 has no percentage sign attached? Yeah, I just made that number up and I figured it’d be accurate so long as…