Maturity: A subjective concept

Music: Doctor Who Soundtrack (Season 5)

Maturity is such a subjective concept. A studious person may seem mature to a person who likes to delay work till the last moment. A person drinking wine may seem mature to someone who prefers beer. Maybe someone reading this post finds my comparisons of maturity as immature.

In the last year, I have changed a lot. I used to be the person who slammed doors, shouted at people, cried because no one understood what I was trying to say and so on. Now, I’m a person who actually understands that everyone’s priority may not be the same as mine. It doesn’t mean that I’m the most mature person out there. Definitely not.

It’s a trope in shows to make one of the people in a relationship slightly immature, while the other one entertains their little tantrums, because it’s cute. It actually isn’t. Sometimes, it’s frustrating. Sometimes, you just bear it because you just don’t want to start something. This applies not only to romantic relationships, but also social or friendly ones. Situations arise when you realize that your friend might be the petty one out of the two of you or you are the person who can think objectively about the situation. You can’t actually force a person to grow up. They either like their bubble too much, or it is an ingrained part of their personality.

About two years back, I had a fight over something pretty silly with a close friend of mine which led to me shedding a few tears at a bus stop. Now, I think over it, make a decision and move on. I also find that releasing these negative feelings work. Not exactly when the person is right there because you might end up saying words you don’t mean, but a few hours later. 

To a person in their early twenties who has an aim in life, a person in the midst of adolescence will certainly look immature and they might not have anything in common to talk about. Even if they do, the opinions of a person change as you grow up. What seemed the most important thing ever in your teens might become absolutely inconsequential as you grow up.

Sometimes, I feel like my blog posts have no direction, but is just me rambling onto an empty Word document. Sometimes, I feel like this is necessary for me to let go of emotions I hold onto. Because one part of me, which I sometimes hate, is that I remember things. Good or bad. It’s not such a good thing in certain situations.

To lighten the mood after all the "mature" thoughts I've put in this post, see this and smile: