I Got All Mature Up In Here!

Last night something very unexpected happened to me. I had a moment of maturity.

Take a moment to let that sink in.

I know, I know. I can hardly believe it myself, but it’s true. I got all mature up in here. The craziest part is that this dizzying spell of maturity was brought on by Twitter. Β Someone tweeted something that I thought was grossly unfair and personally insulting to me but before I hit them back good with my standard “Your Mother” I had a mature thought that went a little something like this….

“Girl on the Contrary, this person is a stranger to you. They don’t know you and you don’t know them. What they said was ridiculous and rude but in the grand scheme of your totally awesome life, does it matter? Will it change your world in any way? Is there any type of benefit to responding to this comment? How about you just pour yourself a nice glass of wine and write a blog about how mature you are- doesn’t that sound nice?”

So here I am, drinking a glass of wine and blogging about how mature I am. Wait. Is blogging about your maturity actually an immature thing to do? Balls. I think I just created a wormhole.

55 thoughts on “I Got All Mature Up In Here!

  1. emmlaa says:

    I think we all have our mature moments, mine are very few due to the fact im 22 and the youngest of 3 sisters so I have to bring the immaturity.

    Although in the past year and all the crap people have said and done to me I just think to myself if it doesn’t effect my life or where i’m going just let karma get the bitch πŸ˜€

    P.S. The lucky ones in this world can access immaturity and their childish minds when ever they like and never loose them.

    1. emmlaa says:

      I’d go down any wormhole if Ryan Gosling was on the other end or Channing Tatum, I’m not picky πŸ™‚

  2. i agree with fremont110293 ………….serene confidence than maturity………. anger is per minute. we dont realise it bt when u quickly calm yourself and breath slow it dont mean you lost. besides even if u fell down today ……. in some days time no one would remember anyway. twitter is twitter. the ignorance my dear is uncontrilable to some people. just breath and let your self think of the most silliest ish and laf it of. me i just go to http://www.fmylife.com/ and laf. sm!z situation is always worse than yours. be’li that. πŸ˜‰

  3. My husband loved the “pull my finger” thing. I loved the “balls!” thing. I want to walk around and just say ‘balls’ at random, but my kids pick up too much and before I know it, the school will be calling me and I’ll have to pretend I’m mature, too. πŸ™‚

  4. Age-wise I am much more mature than you but I must confess at times I’ve responded with my own personal version of “your mother.” I salute you. It’s more a matter of serene confidence than maturity.

  5. Maturity is over-rated. But you did the smart thing! I learned something long ago though : be careful what you put in writing ! (even more so with the whole viral world we live in now)

  6. I agree with mimijk! Taking the high road and sharing it with us (as your method of releasing your feelings) is the best way to go. People like that desperately want to be engaged, and they thrive on the negativity. Responding in any way at all, however polite, will only validate their behavior, because hey, it worked; they got what they wanted. And it gives them a reason to communicate with you yet again. Which is the last thing you want.

    The best way to combat them is to completely ignore their rude and inappropriate behavior/words. By doing nothing at all, you at the same time deny them the emotional reward of your attention, the satisfaction of knowing they ruffled you, and a reason to communicate with you again. All of which drives them nuts.

  7. I had a moment like this. I thought about NOT responding, but it passed. I formed my response calculatingly and then Bazinga! I let ’em have it. I used “big words” too and kept everything factual. It felt good; maybe not very mature, but it felt good.

    P.S. – Balls! That’s what she said…

  8. Ok first of all what kind of wine are you drinking? That says a lot about your maturity level πŸ™‚
    Second of all I love how your brain manipulates you into giving it what it wants (wine, wine give me more wine)

    And last but not least your brain is absolutely right giving rude and absolutely ridiculous people a piece of your mind every time they show their stupidity can be very draining. So just think out loud F**** Γ¨m and move on.

    Ohh wait I think I’ve just shown some signs of maturity myself here. Well played GothC, Well played πŸ˜‰

  9. GotC, please don’t get too mature; it’s your childlike (not childish) wonder at every facet of life that inspires you to write the way you do. Personally, I think maturity is over rated and refuse to allow it in myself. My wife says that’s why I’m an idiot, which she actually seems to like.

  10. I don’t know how to do twitter (which, after reading your post, I am rather glad of!). I don’t get why you cop the flak sometimes. What the hell did this rotten person say? I think you should tell us (your fans!) Perhaps have another wine first?

    1. Some people just like to pick on other people, why that is, I have no idea. I’m undecided on sharing the incident, but if I do decide to share, you’ll be the first to know.

  11. I could use a bit of maturity as well… I totally overreact in this kind of situation but I like the way you pressed pause in your head to realise the situation didn’t matter and didn’t need any kind of response. I try to do so but I often forget in the heat of my anger.

  12. I think it’s totally cool and a testament to who you are that you saved your thoughts for your blog, instead of wasting them on someone who wouldn’t appreciate your thought process. No wormhole in sight – have another glass of wine!

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