What's My (Mental) Age Again?

Age doesn't define maturity. There are so many people out there who don't and won't act their age. They are aged enough to be classified as 'old' but still hanging out and getting wasted as well. They refuse maturity and are in denial of growing old.

One of the greatest bands ever, which is also one of my favorite bands; Blink-182, has portrayed that phenomenon in a cool way in "What's My Age Again?" from Enema of The State album. Mark Hoppus wrote the lyrics, describing how immature he was; doing such stupid things like watching tv while getting a blowjob, doing prank phone calls, etc.

So, we can say that the thing that really defines someone's is the mental age, not the physical age. There's some 50 year-old guy out who behaves like a teen and there's also a teenager who behaves like a 50 year-old.

Last year, some of my friends said to me "You're so lame." because they thought i talk overratedly wise and mature, and oftenly think about things that i don't supposed to think about yet. I was pretty pissed off with the idea and i tried an online mental age test. The result was quite shocking. My mental age is 30, and i was physically 17 year-old. The result has made me more pissed off, so i tried to don't give a fuck about it and started to rejuvenate the way i think and talk.

A few days ago, i met an old friend, we talked a lot and he said kiddingly that i don't change at all, still lame. I was quite shocked and it means that all the rejuvenate attempts i've been doing, was failed. Then once again, i did that online mental age test and the result was really mind-blowing. This year, when i'm physically 18 year-old, my mental age is 45. FORTY FUCKING FIVE. At this time, i really don't know how to deal with this mental oldness. Should i worry? Or should i just don't give a fuck? What if next year my mental age is 75 or even 90?

What the fuck is wrong with me? Am i an old man who is trapped in a young man's body? Whatever.. I'd better don't give a fuck, anyway.

I Wanna Be Ant-Man

I've just watched Ant-Man about 5 mins ago when i wrote this and yes.. the whole 'shrink and grow' thing has successfully provoked my thought. You'd better watch the movie before reading this following bullshit.

How does it feel to have a suit that is able to resize your body instantly? I bet it would be totally great. You can do LOTS of fun things with that suit. I wonder what things i'm gonna do if i had that awesome suit.

The first thing i'm gonna do is eating a lot and when i'm getting fat, i'm just gonna shrink myself to get in shape. Pretty clever, isn't it? and when somebody pisses me off, i'll shrink myself into the size of bacteria, sneak into his/her urethra, and grow myself back to normal size and he/she will gonna be in a worst pain for sure. What a douche.

I'm gonna grow myself like a gigantic monster, start a business called 'Nuris Sungkar Instant-Transports', and make lots of money by lifting people's cars from traffic jam, then transport them instantly to their destinations. I want to grow myself into the highest level and start ruling the world as well.

And when i miss the girl that i secretly admire, i'll put on the suit, shrink myself into the size of an ant, then visit her house at night and watch her sleeping all night long. Shit, i don't even know her house.

Then, when i get bored and fed-up, i'll shrink myself between the molecules, enter the subatomic state, and start losing track of time and reality, just keep shrinking forever with no way to get out. Poof. And i'll be gone forever in the end.

Such a dramatic bullshit.

But seriously, someday when i become rich, i should reconsider my will to build a death star to live in and start paying some mad scientist to invent Ant-Man's suit. And when it comes true, i strongly recommend the people that might piss me off to embrace their urethras. It's gonna hurt. A lot.