Mature

I don’t really feel very mature.

Because:

I dunno anything about money.
All I want to do is move out into the woods and live like a hermit and commune with nature.
I have no concrete career plans.
It’s inaccurate to say I’m content but I have resigned myself to a long time of singlehood.
I’m still living in my parents’ house.
All I want to do is go shopping or kayaking or just one singular thing when the mood strikes.
I put off my chores all the time.
I think my greenness as a youth is a liability.
I don’t talk right.
I’m either too placid or too short-tempered.
All I really crave is love and sex.
I sing aloud.
I’m not too careful.
When Dan Savage says that [someone] needs their shit straightened out, I wonder if I’m one of those people.
I feel like I don’t know enough about the world.
I let my moodiness get to me.
I angst on my blog all the time.
I’d rather play than be serious. Also do silly things.
I like to annoy people.
I can be quite self-centered.
I can be swayed by contrariness.
I don’t sit up straight.

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I really do like writing lists. Geez.

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