June 25, 2004 @ 6:26 pm by sean
wife: dorm roomate, student
Ha! Brandon is going to be my wife in the fall!
A serious issue has come up. I don’t know exactly when it started, and I’m even more in the dark on why it started; but it has, and I don’t much like it at all.
My (home)friends are all getting serious. Good clean fun is being scoffed at. Any hint of childlike behaviour is looked at in disgust. I find myself not being able to make the same jokes I used to, or have the same kind of fun that I used to.
Wait! What?! My friends are becoming more serious than I am?! I remember when I used to despise my friends because I couldn’t stand their improper, ridiculous, annoying behaviour. There were times when I would walk away because I was so bothered. Times when I would look at them in disgust for getting caught up in the moment and acting irrational. I used to be the most serious friend I had when I thought one needed to be serious.
Don’t get me wrong, I love to have fun. And like a good christian I find ways to have it cleanly. But the problem here is maturity. Maturity and seriousity(I think I made that up, but it sounds more like a clinical diagnosis) are not the same thing and people seem to be getting that confused. I could be very wrong, but I’ve always considered myself more mature than most people my age. I didn’t concern myself with the useless problems they had, didn’t act in vain, didn’t do things to be cool, didn’t act in vain, and didn’t act irrational. Part of maturity is knowing when not to be immature. There are times not to be serious, to have good hearted fun. Then line gets drawn when that fun because annoying or irrational. But that line gets drawn a lot sooner when people start acting serious and getting unnecessarily annoyed when people are just trying to have fun.
This has been very difficult to say because maturity and immaturity are such vague terms and there doesn’t seem to be a general defination. Merriam-Webster doesn’t offer much help either.
One doesn’t have to be serious to be mature. Jessi is a great example of this. I would consider her to be quite a mature person, and she has so much fun and laughs soo much, but does it in ways that aren’t ‘adult’ or explicit. I think a child could easily have as much fun with her as I do. But I’ve seen her serious too. And I’m quite sure she would know the right times to be serious.
It can be related to a child-like faith. One isn’t expected to leave intelligence and higher thinking behind to have unrelenting faith like a child. I don’t have to leave intelligence and rationality and logic behind to have fun like a child. Infact, child-like fun is the most pure fun. It isn’t ‘adult’ or explicit, it isn’t trying to impress, it isn’t trying to influence, it isn’t trying to carry an image; it is just fun. And that is the kind of fun I want to have, and that is the kind of fun I want to have with other people.
Growing up and growing serious are not the same, and as long as I am forced to grow up, I will avoid growing unecessarily serious until you pry my fun from my cold, rigormortis hands.