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.
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