What is Maturity?

What is maturity?

Dictionary.com defines maturity as: ripe, as fruit, or fully aged, as cheese or wine … wait …

Dictionary.com defines maturity as: fully developed in body or mind, as a person.

But that’s not specific. How do you judge how mature a person is? Is there some sort of scale, or chart? If there is… well then… that’s that, I suppose. If we are to really figure out what maturity actually is, more than likely, we should look at what people generally consider immature.

Take a sixteen year old boy. The first thing that comes to mind when you hear immature sixteen year old boy is fart jokes and pranks. But how exactly is that immature? What makes it so? Is it finding those things funny, when the majority of the rest of people don’t?

Take a sixteen year old girl. The first thing that comes to mind this time, is whining about how horrible her cushy life is. But again, why is it immature?

Immaturity is usually linked to children and teenagers, but it is frightfully common that adults exhibit these exact same practices. Everyone has met a 40/50+ year old man, who giggles and fart jokes, and enjoys the odd practical joke. And adult women are just as guilty of martyring themselves and assuming someone cares when they complain about the same thing for the millionth time.

We all know immaturity spans all age groups. But I reiterate, what is it? Well, I have a theory. I think immaturity is a complete and utter lack of concern for other people.

Think about it, the boy/man who enjoys playing jokes on people for their own enjoyment. The girl/woman who complains and complains without even the slight consideration someone else may have a more pressing problem they want to talk about.

Of course, that being said, maturity also spans all age groups. Out there, there is a percentage of teenage boys who don’t find those crude things funny and teenage girls who only listen. But you never really know they’re there, because they’re the quiet ones. Immaturity is loud.

Anyway, that’s the end of my nonsensical rambling. Here’s a song to go with it, half because it fits rather well, and half because I really like this song.


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