Mental Age?
So nothing terribly exciting going on lately. Got Purgatory turn last night and it was well-written, and entertaining as usual. Having read it I'm kind of glad I didn't go on my one character crusade against the infernal mages. Although it's very strange for me to be cautious, and sit on the back burner. Should be an exciting game though on Friday.
In other news my sister and her family finally left on Monday. It seemed like they were going up to the lake and coming back a million times. I was a little sad to see them go, but very glad to have my bed back. It's also nice to not have a six year old following you around, and talking constantly, and jumping all over you.
Which brings me to the subject of this post. Last week I went out for wings and beer with some non-roleplaying friends who I don't see that often anymore. We always have interesting discussions, and we frequently have annoyed our significant others with the bizarre turns we can take. I guess it's a side effect of being friends with someone for so long. Anyways I was talking to them about my nephew, and how he always followed me around. I mentioned then that all kids seemed to be drawn to me especially if they wanted to climb all over someone.
My friend then says something like, "That's because they can sense you're the same as them." It was an innocent comment at the time, but it kind of hit home. I'm very conscious of my maturity level lately, and I'm especially worried about how I present myself to others.
I know that my complete lack of poise combined with my general non-serious goofy demeanour often give people the impression that I'm immature, and irresponsible. No doubt relatively speaking they're right. As befits my juvenille mindset I try not to worry about it except when it comes to employment or the possibility of it. I'd really like to make some adult money some day. Hopefully my friends, and family can see the other sides of me anyways.
The other factor related to this is that I still live at home. Kind of embarassing to mention at my age, but bringing it up helps me think about it more objectively. When I was in University I stayed at home to save money, and when I didn't go back I wasn't making near enough money to live on my own. I think I skipped the "Live with a bunch of people in a crappy apartment with no furniture phase." Maybe I should have done that because I am completely spoiled now although I know that I can take care of myself.
When I move out now I'd like to own something rather than rent, and it seems an appropiate step for my age as a bunch of my friends have bought houses and become domesticated. Part of me laughs at them with their grave concern for their lawn, fences, and various other household minutiae. The other part thinks it would be nice to have that kind of life.
Anyways when my job in the Bookstore seemed to become more and more permanent I began to entertain the notion to a greater degree. As we saw though it didn't really work out, and I'm kind of glad I didn't live on my own because I would be forced to take any kind of crappy job to pay the bills.
Like I said; spoiled.
In other news my sister and her family finally left on Monday. It seemed like they were going up to the lake and coming back a million times. I was a little sad to see them go, but very glad to have my bed back. It's also nice to not have a six year old following you around, and talking constantly, and jumping all over you.
Which brings me to the subject of this post. Last week I went out for wings and beer with some non-roleplaying friends who I don't see that often anymore. We always have interesting discussions, and we frequently have annoyed our significant others with the bizarre turns we can take. I guess it's a side effect of being friends with someone for so long. Anyways I was talking to them about my nephew, and how he always followed me around. I mentioned then that all kids seemed to be drawn to me especially if they wanted to climb all over someone.
My friend then says something like, "That's because they can sense you're the same as them." It was an innocent comment at the time, but it kind of hit home. I'm very conscious of my maturity level lately, and I'm especially worried about how I present myself to others.
I know that my complete lack of poise combined with my general non-serious goofy demeanour often give people the impression that I'm immature, and irresponsible. No doubt relatively speaking they're right. As befits my juvenille mindset I try not to worry about it except when it comes to employment or the possibility of it. I'd really like to make some adult money some day. Hopefully my friends, and family can see the other sides of me anyways.
The other factor related to this is that I still live at home. Kind of embarassing to mention at my age, but bringing it up helps me think about it more objectively. When I was in University I stayed at home to save money, and when I didn't go back I wasn't making near enough money to live on my own. I think I skipped the "Live with a bunch of people in a crappy apartment with no furniture phase." Maybe I should have done that because I am completely spoiled now although I know that I can take care of myself.
When I move out now I'd like to own something rather than rent, and it seems an appropiate step for my age as a bunch of my friends have bought houses and become domesticated. Part of me laughs at them with their grave concern for their lawn, fences, and various other household minutiae. The other part thinks it would be nice to have that kind of life.
Anyways when my job in the Bookstore seemed to become more and more permanent I began to entertain the notion to a greater degree. As we saw though it didn't really work out, and I'm kind of glad I didn't live on my own because I would be forced to take any kind of crappy job to pay the bills.
Like I said; spoiled.
posted by Eman at 6:13 PM
2 Comments:
If you never make the leap then the chances of finding out what you can really do begin to fade at an alarming rate. Moving out itsn't just about money and jobs, its tends to be more about Life. If you can deal with those hurdles suddeny they aren't so daunting and you start to wonder what else is in the big wide world....
Peace, you're still a cutie even if you are a big kid trapped in a man's body! ;P
Immaturity was never a word I would associate with you, Eman. But there are many much nicer words that would do the trick.
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