Maturity/Immaturity
Random thoughts written down by an aging punk rocker who doesn't write particularly well, who has too much time on his hands, and thinks WAY too much. Namely, me, DeadSeeds or J.R. as pseudonyms don't sit very well with me.
I'm immature.
I am, and just can't deny it. I'm approaching 28, and thus that dreaded land mark of the great 3-O, I'm an unemployed student, I love cartoons and still like all the things I liked when I was 15. In fact, I would say I hit 15 and then refused to grow up anymore.
Yes, I stopped doing drugs, and yes, I'm no longer a borderline alcoholic. I haven't even gotten so drunk I offended everyone and laughed in their faces when they told me I was a dick in a long time. O.k. once, but it was mostly because these people bored the living crap out of me with talk of mortgages and couch prices and if their collars should be "popped" or not. One girl called me ignorant because I made fun of New Jersey (made fun. Take the "fun" into account. It was a joke). I did laugh in her face, because it was really funny to see her freak out. I think I might hate these people.
My parents hate it about me, my sisters don't understand it, and most people assume I'm at least 5-6 years younger than I actually am. I'm going to love aggressive music, cartoons, violent movies and laughing and talking WAY too loud for the rest of my life. I'm just not going to grow up. I don't want to be like them, so I won't.
What I'm not is irresponsible.
I have money saved to afford my lifestyle. I own my condo and my car, and have assets that will carry me over until I'm done school. All the so called "mature" people with their expensive cars, Blackberries, big TVs, wedding rings and constantly revolving wardrobes are CONSTANTLY BROKE! They spend all their money on shit they just don't need, live pay check to pay check, but look down on me because I'm not married, don't have a high paying job (or any job for that matter), I still fight the world when it's being unjust or ridiculous, I still smoke too much and still talk too fucking loud. Hell, they never even had to work to get a job, because Mommy and Daddy always hooked them up. I never had that option, and never wanted it.
So what's more important? Maturity or responsibility? My money's on the latter.
J.R.
P.S. Youth doesn't last forever and neither do dreams
Broadway and Briar
The Broadways
Broken Van
P.P.S. I should take pictures or something. I might get more friends around these parts if my journals would stop being friggin' novels that no one cares about.
Random thoughts written down by an aging punk rocker who doesn't write particularly well, who has too much time on his hands, and thinks WAY too much. Namely, me, DeadSeeds or J.R. as pseudonyms don't sit very well with me.
I'm immature.
I am, and just can't deny it. I'm approaching 28, and thus that dreaded land mark of the great 3-O, I'm an unemployed student, I love cartoons and still like all the things I liked when I was 15. In fact, I would say I hit 15 and then refused to grow up anymore.
Yes, I stopped doing drugs, and yes, I'm no longer a borderline alcoholic. I haven't even gotten so drunk I offended everyone and laughed in their faces when they told me I was a dick in a long time. O.k. once, but it was mostly because these people bored the living crap out of me with talk of mortgages and couch prices and if their collars should be "popped" or not. One girl called me ignorant because I made fun of New Jersey (made fun. Take the "fun" into account. It was a joke). I did laugh in her face, because it was really funny to see her freak out. I think I might hate these people.
My parents hate it about me, my sisters don't understand it, and most people assume I'm at least 5-6 years younger than I actually am. I'm going to love aggressive music, cartoons, violent movies and laughing and talking WAY too loud for the rest of my life. I'm just not going to grow up. I don't want to be like them, so I won't.
What I'm not is irresponsible.
I have money saved to afford my lifestyle. I own my condo and my car, and have assets that will carry me over until I'm done school. All the so called "mature" people with their expensive cars, Blackberries, big TVs, wedding rings and constantly revolving wardrobes are CONSTANTLY BROKE! They spend all their money on shit they just don't need, live pay check to pay check, but look down on me because I'm not married, don't have a high paying job (or any job for that matter), I still fight the world when it's being unjust or ridiculous, I still smoke too much and still talk too fucking loud. Hell, they never even had to work to get a job, because Mommy and Daddy always hooked them up. I never had that option, and never wanted it.
So what's more important? Maturity or responsibility? My money's on the latter.
J.R.
P.S. Youth doesn't last forever and neither do dreams
Broadway and Briar
The Broadways
Broken Van
P.P.S. I should take pictures or something. I might get more friends around these parts if my journals would stop being friggin' novels that no one cares about.
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