“I am not my maturity”

I am a fifteen year-old girl who can be mature, but most of the time I find it unnecessary, if I am in charge of someone else or little kids, then I know that I can be both fun, but I need to tone it down and keep everything child proof and stay out of trouble. For example babysitting, if I’m in a serious situation, or if I’m spending time with a bunch of adults; but if it’s just me or if I’m hanging out with friends, then I find myself most of the time as risky and as immature as I want.

A lot of people write me off as being immature because I tend to act like a nine year-old. If I am in a hurry and I cross the street without looking, there’s usually a car I don’t see. Cars practically everyday almost hit me, but it’s a part of my daily routine. Everyone all around me is always telling me that my immaturity is going to end up killing me one of these days. They could be right, but from what I see of them, they are always following the rules. I follow the rules usually, just not all the time. That could be a mistake or it could be me, being myself. I could change it if I wanted to, but I don’t. I like to crack the dumbest of jokes. My favorite is: “Guess what?” “What?” “Chicken butt!” It is practically always that one joke.

My friends think of me as immature because I don’t take life too seriously, as in I like to have fun. I love to laugh, especially at the stupid things that I do. I can also be very immature in the way of being friendly, because I say hello to everyone I see. Even if I have no idea who they are, and a few of my friends get pissed off at that. But the way I think of it is I am always growing up and changing. Everyone is. So when people tell me that I am immature, in a bad way, I say damn right I am! I don’t want to grow up and have to be mature all the time; that sounds incredibly boring! So I am not my maturity!