Waiting to mature

I’m just waiting for the day when I don’t make so many piss poor decisions bless my fucking heart I’m not doing adult very well at all but in the end it’s all about how we’ve treated one another and trying to keep my vibes in tune. I’ve been told to act my age and grow up for as long as I can remember. What for? And by what measures determines maturity? I’m glad that I live on a planet with people who are smarter than myself, if you are reading this thank a teacher but also the scientist’ from many disciplines that over thousands of years culminated with the device that you are using to read this. But over those years someone has had to grow food, build stuff and even entertain the masses and that’s where I come in. If I were to grow up I would cease to be me thusly cease to be entertaining thusly cease to be of use. Not to say that I don’t have other skills I chose to pursue entertainment in this life. Did you ever have to do “busy” work in school? When it was raining outside and for recess the teacher passed out math problems or word puzzles or other shit that didn’t count towards your grade? I hated that shit. That’s what adult life constitutes, filling out hours of bullshit paperwork for other people so that they have something to do, filing or reading then passing it on and the ridiculousness of it all and don’t forget all the people setting for hours every year in bumper to bumper traffic…wasted time.

Being mature is when your body no longer allows you to climb life’ trees or swim in it’s waters. Being mature means death is near. Being mature means it’s too late and just like cocaine, you can’t get it back. ☮️❤️🎵🖖