The Fine, Big-Fat Line Between Maturity And Losing Your Identity
Statutory Warning Before I Commence With This Post:
This post is purely about my rambles. It might be confusing and a hell lot weird. But I hope you are able to make sense out of it. If you aren't, feel free to comment! :)
Do I feel like a hypocrite right now to give you all gyaan/vishesh tippani/messy rant about maturity, yet again?
Yes, yes I do.
Because let's face it. In a lot of ways, I happen to be a highly immature individual.
Let's enumerate, shall we? I am immature because I end up blurting a lot of stupid things in front of a lot of people. It's true! I have no FILTER between my idiotic mouth and my stupid brain.
I am immature because I tend to nag people like banshees when they don't reply to my messages or don't respond to what I have to say.
(I do have a justified reason for that: I'm a busy human being too. Me messaging you isn't because I'm totally free in life. It's because I'm interested to talk to you. It's because I ta…
This post is purely about my rambles. It might be confusing and a hell lot weird. But I hope you are able to make sense out of it. If you aren't, feel free to comment! :)
Do I feel like a hypocrite right now to give you all gyaan/vishesh tippani/messy rant about maturity, yet again?
Yes, yes I do.
Because let's face it. In a lot of ways, I happen to be a highly immature individual.
Let's enumerate, shall we? I am immature because I end up blurting a lot of stupid things in front of a lot of people. It's true! I have no FILTER between my idiotic mouth and my stupid brain.
I am immature because I tend to nag people like banshees when they don't reply to my messages or don't respond to what I have to say.
(I do have a justified reason for that: I'm a busy human being too. Me messaging you isn't because I'm totally free in life. It's because I'm interested to talk to you. It's because I ta…