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Sep. 9th, 2016 07:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vicarzEvery so often I get reminded my peer group is about 10 years younger than I am. I took my ex out to dinner for her birthday, and realized she was 13 years younger than me. My current is far more around my age.
I seem more mature than many of my actual peers - but at work, perhaps not so much. There is something about maturity, discipline, and success over the long-term. They seem to feed off each other. But in other environments you see a lot of immature behavior - men trying to impress people with cars, women caring too much about aspects of appearance, poor people trying to look tough and make noise, rich people who still care about the flash of cash, folks' inability to disagree and yet work together...
But age. I am pretty sure I'm immature. I care too much about physical aggression, stare too long at hawt people, play video games too much, put off chores too long...I do adulting ok, but feel like my mind and drive is somewhere else. Or perhaps that is maturity, having both and making the chores happen.
How can I tell if I'm mature without spawn?
Do kinks die with age? I've often seen people's kinks and sexuality explode over time, often flowering around divorce. In my case, I think they're dying down over time. I still like some weird shit, but...who cares? Perhaps it's the healthy side-effect of a nonpoly straight partner, or I'm just old...but while I do see every naked svelte runner I pass, and perhaps notice every trickle of sweat running down their back and front...on another level: who cares. I have kinks, but in practice I'm far more interested in my partner and the physical with emotional sensations of our private life. I have no urge to push boundaries, do complex things, or other activities that seem normal to the combination of kinks and aging. Perhaps my idea of "normal kinks" is shaped like politics - the most extreme are the most loud or vice versa. Or I'm just old and as parts of my body fall off atrophy has set in.
"I love my boo - don't give a fuck what we do."
I love questions like this, where the answer is "who cares." I can gaze at the issue while I sip something, and the answers are not important. If you give me the perfect answer, and I recognize it, I might go "hmm."
I seem more mature than many of my actual peers - but at work, perhaps not so much. There is something about maturity, discipline, and success over the long-term. They seem to feed off each other. But in other environments you see a lot of immature behavior - men trying to impress people with cars, women caring too much about aspects of appearance, poor people trying to look tough and make noise, rich people who still care about the flash of cash, folks' inability to disagree and yet work together...
But age. I am pretty sure I'm immature. I care too much about physical aggression, stare too long at hawt people, play video games too much, put off chores too long...I do adulting ok, but feel like my mind and drive is somewhere else. Or perhaps that is maturity, having both and making the chores happen.
How can I tell if I'm mature without spawn?
Do kinks die with age? I've often seen people's kinks and sexuality explode over time, often flowering around divorce. In my case, I think they're dying down over time. I still like some weird shit, but...who cares? Perhaps it's the healthy side-effect of a nonpoly straight partner, or I'm just old...but while I do see every naked svelte runner I pass, and perhaps notice every trickle of sweat running down their back and front...on another level: who cares. I have kinks, but in practice I'm far more interested in my partner and the physical with emotional sensations of our private life. I have no urge to push boundaries, do complex things, or other activities that seem normal to the combination of kinks and aging. Perhaps my idea of "normal kinks" is shaped like politics - the most extreme are the most loud or vice versa. Or I'm just old and as parts of my body fall off atrophy has set in.
"I love my boo - don't give a fuck what we do."
I love questions like this, where the answer is "who cares." I can gaze at the issue while I sip something, and the answers are not important. If you give me the perfect answer, and I recognize it, I might go "hmm."
