The Truth of Immaturity

I was chastised last night, called immature for flicking bits of paper at a friend using a hairtie.

"Just because you aren't the center of attention--" the lecture began.

I wasn't trying to be the center of attention. I was trying to have fun, goof around, and--most importantly--laugh.

This was at a party, after all.

At first, the person's comments bothered me a great deal. Later, walking, I was able to overcome my offense and realize the truth of the matter.

I will pose you the same question I asked myself on the way home last night.


Which is really more immature:

playfully flicking bits of paper to amuse yourself,

or

sitting stiff-necked and pompous to impress others?


Hopefully you'll arrive at the same conclusion I did.

So I dare you to flick paper.

Tie shoelaces together.

Dust off the whoopee cushion.

And--most importantly--laugh.

Because (while there is a time to be serious) it is much more frequently important to enjoy yourself.


"Never take life too seriously," I once read somewhere, "no one gets out alive anyway."

A very valid point.