Why is maturity so lacking in American society? Every time I turn my head I am faced with another half-witted person perpetrating adulthood. From the overpaid insensitive politicians running our government, to friends, family, coworkers and lovers, all the way down to little five-year-old Sarah. I’ve had it up to my ears with people who are emotionally at the functional level of a three-year-old. Yeah, little Sarah I’m talking to you too, grow up kid – your five already.
The problem is so wide spread that I’ve decided I need to prepare myself for a life with just myself. The tantrums, self-delusion, self-righteousness and down right meanness of emotionally immature people is driving me mad. My dreams of moving to Europe are looking less like a dream and more like a plan of action. At least there people act a little older than a friggin first grader. And although Europe is pretty expensive these days I will still come out better because dealing with all of the immature twits of America is costing me both my sanity and my hard earned cash.
Folks listen up. It is not someone else’s responsibility to pay for your shit, and if you are paying for your own shit you do not deserve a friggin cookie. Sorry, you just don’t. Adults work and pay their own way, period. If you are going through a tough time its okay to ask a friend, lover or family member to help you out. But please note, it is not the responsibility of that friend, lover or family member to help you out just because you are in need, because (listen closely now) you are an adult. Yeah, tough words but it’s the truth. Yet time and time again I find myself surrounded with people who have convinced themselves that I am some sort of sugar mama and it is my responsibility to do for them. I don’t remember conceiving any children and pushing them out of my twat. No I will not breast feed you, get away from me! I do not want to coddle you; I’m actually interested in living my life.
The only vague fun any of us get out of immature people is watching them communicate with one another. They usually spend a lot of time screaming and shouting abusive things at one another. They also hit, bite, kick and spit. This is how they express their feelings and thoughts since having a normal conversation to them is boring and not really getting to the core of whatever the issue might be at hand.
I try my best to keep friends of maturity and civility in my life but I fear that there is just too few of us to speak for. And once the immature nincompoops get tired of each other, after a few bloody rounds, they search out mature adults to be responsible for there three-year-old emotional tantrums. It’s like attack of the zombies. See I’m from the city, I don’t give a damn about saving their asses or exploring the matter further. I’m going to save my damn self before they bite me and I end up just like ‘em. Amen.
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