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In all honesty, how old you are? and how old is your maturity?

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I'll be 31 this coming Sunday. I think of myself as 18 still. Fresh into college with the world ahead of me. But when I'm playing with my kids I'm 2 years old. When I'm disciplining them, I'm 45. When I'm out with friends I'm 21. At work I act my age maybe a bit older since all the execs are 45+. But I have been going through life as if I were 18-21, trying to enjoy as much as possible!!

I refuse to grow up!
 
Originally posted by: Skoorb
I am 25. My maturity is anywhere from approx 11 years of age to 50 years of age depending. I like to laugh at farts, but I have more financial maturity than many/most adults, and I like to think I have a good dose of common sense.

Haha I said fart 😛

Ditto, except substitute 18 for 25, 11 for 13, 50 for 27, and fart with BUNNIES
 
Just abouts 17 - and even on IRC channels where I literally don't leave and constatntly make reference to school, every time I actually drop my age in numerial terms, at least one regular goes 'wtf Weng, you're 17? I thought you were 35'

Soo. Yeah.
 
16, but I consider myself to be pretty mature. Most of my friends are 17 and 18, and I still feel I act more mature than they do.
 
Da da...Aahh...Ma ma....wooooaaaaa woooaaaaa:Q

Oops sorry 27yrs , as for maturity i think u got the picture...
 
17, and Id say I act in a large range of ages. Anything from 15 year old up to 25 year old. Just depends on what the situation warrants.
 
what is maturity?

the curls in my hair aren't gray,
my fingers don't creak as I type.
My body drags, and droops
its the end of the week.

I don't know what
I'll do next year
or where my friends lie,
beyond this point or that.

I don't know how to
deal with damn fruit flies.

But still, I look back
and see cracks
in conscious choices
I made,
that turned the tide,
and spoiled my path a bit.

But what lies ahead?
who are my friends?
what is maturity?
 
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