09.21.06
“On Maturity” 06.27.2005
Who claims quietly or openly “I’m mature”?
I realized that when one thinks or states that, he must consider the apostrophe and the space between the two M’s whether these should exist or be omitted.
When does one grow up? On what or on whose criterion should growing up be based?
Physically, there is no hope left for me. Twenty years old and I remain behind the five-foot mark — the definition of a pygmy from a harsh dictionary my brother once showed me. (Or was it my brother who was cruel for showing it to me with an accompanying belittling laugh?hehe) Fortunately, my stature inferiority did not exceed to outrun any scale. I rise less than five feet, but have learned to be content with it that my spirit allows me to stand ten feet tall and beyond.
Evidently, physical growth is not my question’s aim. It is the kind of growing up that leaves a yardstick worthless.However, I am wondering about an invisible apparatus which could resemble a yardstick, but not measure yards, feet, or inches, but instead, measure maturity. Perhaps it would be named a “commonsenstick”? (What am I thinking? It could not possibly be a stick!) A “maturimeter”? Growing up is enervating! Still, it is required, we all have to…ummm…do we really have to?
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Photo: Let’s not get too serious. I can manage to clown around.
