Well it’s that time of year again, my birthday. This year I’m 31. Admittedly, that’s a little scary. I don’t mind aging, per-say. What I mind is the idea that people keep track of it, lol. My views on most things tend to be a minority thinking among the rest of the world’s thought process.
Age to me means nothing when it comes to who someone is, yet people still seem to define a lot of who they are or what they do by their age. What’s up with that? I’ve known a number of very young people who have shown far more maturity than their age would normally allow. In the reverse, I’ve known too many older people who’s immaturity has never surpassed grade school. So why bother with tacking a number to yourself?