So apparently I lied yesterday when I said the women’s soccer final would be on today at 2:45. What I meant to say is that it would be on TOMORROW (Thursday) at 2:45. So I hope that nobody — after reading my blog — decided to leave work early and head their local pub wearing red, white and blue face paint and then started a “U.S.A!” chant at 2:45.
Actually, that would probably be pretty weird behavior regardless of whether the game was on or not.
But the point is that I was mistaken, and I can fully guarantee that the game will be on tomorrow. So prepare your DVRs accordingly. And, go USA, I guess.
Anyway I want to shift gears completely now and discuss something else. A popular topic of discussion, particularly when males and females are conversing within the same group, is the maturity level of each respective gender.
Girls like to think that they are more mature than guys. That they are better. And you know what? They are. Nobody is really denying that.
I’m 25 years old, and I still laugh at the same things as I did when I was 17. I still like to go out and get drunk and do stupid things. I enjoy telling stupid jokes and I still like to make fun of people in a tasteful manner.
And yet, despite all that, I am a perfectly competent individual and I am more than able to maintain a professional and mature demeanor when necessary. So what’s the difference? Well I will tell you.
I know when I am being immature.
The true mark of an immature person is that they are unaware of how irritating their behavior is. It’s just how they are and they don’t know any better. That is why you have to actually reach a maturity level. When you get there, that is when you realize just how immature you used to be. Now that you know the difference, you can modify your behavior to accommodate to your age.
But that doesn’t mean you have to be mature all of the time. As long as you are perfectly aware of the fact that your behavior is not age-appropriate, then I don’t really see what the problem is. You just have to pick your spots, and understand that there is a time and a place to act certain ways.
If you understand that you’re immature, then that, right there, is a complete sign that you are in fact mature. I truly believe that.
Girls, meanwhile, have some type of notion that they must be mature at all times. They feel compelled to roll their eyes and scoff when they think guys are acting inappropriate, and subconsciously decide that they will never stoop to such behavior.
Well, I suppose I give you gals credit for your restraint, but I for one like to act goofy sometimes. I like to make the day interesting by suddenly bursting out into song, or saying something really, really stupid.
The difference is because I know to act cordial when I am in a work meeting, or to be civil when I am meeting somebody and trying to make a good first impression. As long as I can do that, then I am as mature as they come. It’s like a switch. I can turn it on if I want to be bright and intelligent, and I can turn it off if I want my IQ to fall below the legal retardation level. There really is no middle ground.
And that, my friends, is true maturity.
And before I go, I present to you, Stephan Feck, the German diver who embarrassed himself the most at the Olympics this year. If I laughed at this, does that make me immature?