Let me tell you this. I’ll turn 24 this year. For my batch, I’m considered old because the common birth year for my batch is 1988 or 1989 (or some who brilliantly epic friend who’s born on 1990), while my birth year is 1987. I’m old and maybe you’re not, but people sometimes still called me childish. Not just because my looks (oh yeah, sometimes). But I keep wondering what the word childish is all about?
People who is in relationship, define talking childishly to each other as the sign of being closer, the bond. Because when things like that happen, you believe that he/she is a keeper. Because you feel comfortable enough to do something you’ve been ashamed to do to others. Because somewhere in our silent times, we used to remembering the glory days when running still our favorite thing to do. Longing for another day of being careless, for being stupid, to stop overthinking everything. We’re afraid of responsibility.
I used to define a bold line between being mature and being old, how the line became thinner each day. Because I’ve seen people (almost/beyond) at my age blaming the past, comparing each other life, and talking about the passion he/she can’t get because of “some condition”. The condition is just a reason, an easy way out of not blaming yourself for your own choices. Sorry to tell you this, for me they just become a spoiled brat. Because I do believe, if you have passion big enough, like love, passion will find a way.
And yes, I have a thousand comic books and still counting. I read One Piece and Naruto on Mangastream each week, and I intended to complete my forgotten collection when I have enough money (on my own terms). I bought a bagpack (instead of a handbag) yesterday (which I’m so proud of). I wear flat shoes and still wearing no makeup everyday. And yes, don’t call me childish because I’m not wearing a heels. May age be a number because being mature is a state of mind not the way you look.
and I still enjoy a big bowl of ice cream while playing City of Wonder on Facebook