Maturity...

We all have to grow up some time. At least that's what they say. Which is true, for the most part. But growing up and maturing are two different things. As a kid, you generally have to put up with a lot of things, and have a natural affinity for other things, otherwise considered childish. Running around, playing "tag" and watching cartoons, and playing with action figures or dolls, and all other sorts of make believe. Your mind is so active in absorbing and processing information, that you never want to slow down, physically or mentally. You want to know everything, you want to be everywhere but where you are. You never want to stop moving. But what is it that takes the most toll on you? What part of "growing up" is it that causes you to slow down, put down the toys, turn off the cartoons, stop chasing the girl to make her "it" and start chasing her because you think she's "it"? Is it simply growing up that causes it? Is it all just physical; hormones raging, mind everywhere around you instead of everywhere but around you? Or is it maturity?
"What is maturity, if not growing up?" you might ask. To which I'll tell you the Simple Sonata definition: Maturity- (noun) the act of getting tired of shit.
Sure, we all have to grow up some time. But we don't all mature in the same way. Personally, I just spent the past two days watching cartoons. Some people feel that at my age, I should be well past my cartoon watching years. But honestly, I haven't matured out of it yet. I have, however, matured out of a lot of social situations that I used to put myself in. A long time ago, I would put myself through hell for the chance that I might get laid. Or so that I would find someone and not be alone forever (I had a big fear of that, when I was younger, for some reason, as if it was normal to meet your soul mate at 9...). Once I matured past that, and I wiped the non-sex having veil from my eyes, I realized that having sex wasn't worth putting myself through mental torture for an off chance. About 90% of the time, all I did was end up putting the next guy in the hot seat for the prize and I'd end up virginal and confused, with another handful of wasted napkins and potential children out of wedlock. I realized that women, being the estrogen-spewing sea dragons that they are, could smell the desperation on me like sharks smell blood. And women do not like, or respect, the smell of desperation. And they definitely do not have sex with the guy who smells like he showers in it.

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That's what my cologne would be called. And the tagline would be "Guaranteed to keep you STD free."

Needless to say, the second I just fucking quit, that's when things started looking up. I just got tired of the shit. Chasing pussy is like chasing your tail; you end up unsatisfied and tired, but then one day, you sit your happy ass down, and find the shit tickling you on the nose. Obviously, this encourages you to either get back on the chase, or do what the smart dog does, and chill the fuck out and enjoy your small victory.

So I matured out of chasing women pointlessly, and now chase women who provide points.

But not all maturity comes from bad experience. One day you wake up and suddenly, things you used to do just leave a bad taste in your mouth. Sometimes literally. Maybe you smoked weed every day, and one day, it just wasn't fun. Or maybe you looked in the mirror, and were just tired of what you saw, so you decided to go out and gain some weight. Who knows?

My main point is, growing up happens. You just gotta know when to look out for maturity coming down the tracks to get your young ass to the next station in life. Don't be afraid of it. We all do it. You get tired of your old friends and their bullshit, or your broke ass family, or your cheating ass ex-boyfriend, or you just get tired of chasing the same bullshit women, and need to start looking for the next big thing. You just get tired of shit. Welcome to adulthood.