Maturity is Overrated

growing-upHumanity has been blessed with a poop-load of emotions and progressive attitudes. But, the deal of growth and development gets too pressing when all I want to do is get back to my coloring books.

Is that too much to ask for?

I think not.

Really! What kind of wiring inside our heads brings on smirks and wisecracks when we see a “grown up” indulging in pure, unadulterated child-like fun. The looks I get when I lick Nutella straight from the jar… DUH! There are thieves and murderers out there, yet I get booked for criminal conduct – well, almost! I was coloring the other day and at least six people asked after my age, my mental stability and my lack of life (*injured look*). Haha! They think they are being so funny, I am drowning in hysterics.

Not.

Now, if only I could smash their faces into a bowl of rotten condensed milk and eggs, it would tie up everything in a nice little bow. Mature, I know …

I don’t want to be a responsible adult all the time. It is so… vanilla! I want to have stupid fun which doesn’t include gyrating to crappy music and being all over someone. I want to build a nice nest of pillows and blankets, and cuddle with my best friend. I want to have a showdown with my extremely understanding boyfriend about who gets the last piece of cake. I want to serenade down the streets on a purple bicycle with tassels (Okay, I’ll rethink the tassels!). Chuck serious! I spend exactly nine hours, five times a week being serious and acting like I am the answer to world peace. Clearly, I deserve break!

But, this brings forth another issue. The definition of break! The fact that I don’t indulge in drinks (unless it is Bailey’s! *slurp*) automatically brings a round of “You still get asked for ID, no?” or “LOL, so you still have child-lock in the car?” Same when I balk at clubbing and up-scale partying. Excuse me. Why am I labelled as a “kid” just because I don’t always like dressing all sheeny and get clicked with hordes of cocktails? At times, I really just want an early morning hike instead of a late night party. And if being a kid is what it means, then I will be the best kid you have ever seen! Ha! Take that…

‘Younging’ down needs to be a trend. Presto! To refer someone as a kid should not be a form of humiliation. I mean what sadistic pleasure people get when they say, “Over there! The kid’s section – those clothes might fit you.” And honestly, kids themselves need to understand the beauty of being young and child-like. How many do we see playing on the streets nowadays? And what the hell are ‘boy issues’ at the age of six?? I feel like trashing that iPad the eight year old is busy with… but chuck it! I will contribute to the society instead. Tie up my sneakers and race with the dog in the lane to set an example for those munchkins. Very altruistic of me, no? A saint among sinners! Excuse me while I prepare my Nobel Acceptance Speech.

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26 thoughts on “Maturity is Overrated

  1. I still lick the pan everytime I eat Maggi. And slurp while drinking from a straw. It simply HAS to be done! Be a kid as long as you can, I say. And if you still fit into kid’s clothes, nothing like it 😉
    Nicely written 🙂

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  2. How can avoiding getting clicked on cocktails so you can take an early morning hike be anything but cool, intelligent and satisfying? Who are these people who judge? You definitely have the right idea. You’ve made me want to go for a mad run in the snow!

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  3. I fully agree with you. Even at this age, I feel like doing some so called crazy things simply because I love them….enjoy them….and to share a secret with you……. I actually do lots of foolish things….. good, thought provoking piece….. keep writing

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  4. I so agree with your thoughts on not being “an adult” all the time. There’s a sense of joy that seems to be tied to youth, and that’s so important to maintain. And I love colouring in 🙂

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  5. I drink slurpees, watch cartoons and even walk into toy stores just to see what’s new (I really have to force myself not to buy anything). When my friends say I am just a big kid who acts like an adult, I take it as a compliment.

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  6. I enjoyed this! I’m 54 years old and I still lick my plate sometimes. You are still young, it’s time to discover who you are, if you want to color, well then, color! Just a few years ago I spent an afternoon with a friend, some paper and some groovy crayons that changed color when you drew over a previous color. One of the most fun days I’ve had in a long time! Enjoy!

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    • It is perfect. Let go of the reins and explore every bit inside of me – irrespective of how ‘old and mature’ I become.
      And I think you need to contact your friend for a replay of that afternoon. It is a must.

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  7. I’m sorry, but I just saw Bailey’s and I just had to say a few words.

    I’d help with trashing the iPad, if it means anything. I utterly detest kids these days with their fancy equipment and no zest for life.

    Wise words from someone who knows how dull adulthood can be! 😀

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