when i think about it, i feel that i have the emotional maturity of a 12 year old. i get impatient easily, i'm oversensitive at times, i get jealous easily and i annoy the hell out of people. and, like everyone else, i usually find out these things about myself from myself being retrospective...and i don't do anything to change them. yea, the emotional maturity of a 12 year old...while most guys my age would be comfortable with who and what and why they are, i still think that i could use a lot of work. but when does a boy become a man, anyway? from what i've learnt and seen, most boys never really do grow up...which could either be a good or bad thing, depending on how you're looking at it. to me, my dad's a perfect example of a boy not growing up...or not growing up fast enough.
but what are the criteria that you have to fulfill to be a "man"? and what defines a "man" today? things have changed...men can't really be the sole breadwinners of the family now, nor can they be chauvinists [unless you're robbie williams or a rock star], and some even stay at home to change the diapers. the new-age, sensitive guy is all the rage [and i'm proud to state that in a strange way, i personify him], where quick wit, dry humour and an open ear [good looks wouldn't hurt] rule the day. but there can't be any one type of man that's universally loved by all of the opposite gender, can there? women are to men what men are to women...can't live with them, and when you do, you probably rot away and degenerate.
me? i like staying the way i am...which is 6, not 12, sorry. some say that i don't take things seriously enough. these last few days/weeks have probably given off more proof of that than ever before, but what's the point of not enjoying life if there's a life to enjoy? there's so much going for us outside, that we can probably reach out and experience a bit, only to know that there's a lot more coming. i know that you can't have fun all the time, and that one day, what was once a heart of gold-plated goodness will become a heart of solid-gold. which sounds good, really, but i guess i can wait for the corporate greed to take over. i still want to be where i am in my mind...19.
i'm here to live, dammit. that much, i can attest to.
but what are the criteria that you have to fulfill to be a "man"? and what defines a "man" today? things have changed...men can't really be the sole breadwinners of the family now, nor can they be chauvinists [unless you're robbie williams or a rock star], and some even stay at home to change the diapers. the new-age, sensitive guy is all the rage [and i'm proud to state that in a strange way, i personify him], where quick wit, dry humour and an open ear [good looks wouldn't hurt] rule the day. but there can't be any one type of man that's universally loved by all of the opposite gender, can there? women are to men what men are to women...can't live with them, and when you do, you probably rot away and degenerate.
me? i like staying the way i am...which is 6, not 12, sorry. some say that i don't take things seriously enough. these last few days/weeks have probably given off more proof of that than ever before, but what's the point of not enjoying life if there's a life to enjoy? there's so much going for us outside, that we can probably reach out and experience a bit, only to know that there's a lot more coming. i know that you can't have fun all the time, and that one day, what was once a heart of gold-plated goodness will become a heart of solid-gold. which sounds good, really, but i guess i can wait for the corporate greed to take over. i still want to be where i am in my mind...19.
i'm here to live, dammit. that much, i can attest to.
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