Thinking About Maturity

Since I make more money than I’ve ever made in my life now, I want to buy so many things. I’ve kept myself from pulling the trigger on the laptop and the electric guitar and the Nintendo Wii (all very mature things, eh?  EH?!?) thus far, but who knows what will happen come February payday? But it might be a good idea to put all of those aside and finally get the digital camera. It’s been on my mind for years now and I could use it to spruce up this site and the MySpace. Maybe some classroom photos or some shots of me from when I go sing karaoke. Incidentally, I did worse than usual when I sang last Saturday. I didn’t know the words to Usher’s “U Got It Bad” and Brian and I couldn’t get the timing right on “Please Don’t Go Girl” (yes, NKOTB!!). Anyway, it would be that digital Elph…six or seven mpixels, can’t remember which…same one that Special K bought. Heh, speaking of imagery, I wonder how she looks right about now…

I’ve been thinking about immaturity lately. What does it mean? What are its different forms? Am I immature myself? Or perhaps it’s a relative thing…how am I compared to other people my age? Does responsibility mean the same thing as maturity or does the latter allow the former to occur? The dictionary doesn’t help much, as it lacks a definition that mentions behavior, but I have my own scale. I know it’s immature to steal cupcakes from the staff refrigerator (ME), but I think it’s ten times worse to quit in the middle of a basketball game (SOMEONE ELSE). It’s immature to steal another person’s shoes from a party (ME), but it’s much worse to skip work without any legitimate reason (SE). It may be immature to pilfer someone’s Fusion Power razor blades from their bathroom (ME), but isn’t it worse to…wait, shit, maybe I’m just a kleptomaniac.